#i have two of these little guys sitting on my desk and they struck me with divine inspiriation

[lizardspells]

prey animal

[dizscreams]

Right Side Of My Neck — Ethan Landry ★

HELLO!! Welcome to another lil Ethan thing I wrote! Inspired by “did you really leave a lipstick mark on purpose? on my neck?!” prompt and this song 🤭

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Ethan is in LOVE WITH YOUUU 🤭you kiss his neck and he gets reminded of how much you love him while just being absolutely love-struck the entire time

WARNINGS: none! :)

Ethan was looking at you with heart eyes. You were getting ready because he was taking you out tonight and you were doing your makeup in the mirror on your desk. He was just watching you thinking about how perfect you were and how lucky he was. To him you were an angel, you were just so effortlessly beautiful.

“Eth”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring” you said adding a small laugh at the end. He immediately looked away saying “Oh, sorry” “It’s okay, what were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me? What about me?”

“Just you and your beauty and how perfect you are.”

You beamed with giddiness while you finished putting on your red lipstick and walked towards him. He was sitting on your shared bed looking up at you, with his perfect smile and his big beautiful eyes. You stepped in between his legs and bent your head down towards his neck.

Immediately getting to work with peppering as many kisses as you could to his soft skin. Starting on the right side of his neck and working your way around. He turned his head with a grin on his face. He zoned out and started thinking about the first time you guys met.

.・゜゜・★・゜゜・．

You were lost on the college campus and you bumped right into him.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry”

“Oh uh that’s okay no worries” He didn’t know why but he turned bright red when he saw you. You were absolutely stunning. “I’m actually lost could you help me out?” He was just staring at you with amazement, he didn’t know why you were talking to him.

“Hello?” You said interrupting his thoughts.

“Oh! Uh yeah sure what um what do you need help with?” He grimaced at himself for stuttering so much.

You giggled a little before responding “I just need to find my first period!” You showed him your schedule and he gently took it. While he was reading it you couldn’t help but admire him. He was really cute.

“Oh that’s on the other side of the building. I can show you if you want- I have a free period right now.”

You smiled responding with a quick “Yeah, I’d appreciate that.” And he couldn’t help but smile back before walking away with you. At first it was just a comfortable silence as you were listening to music in your wired earbuds.

Curious he questioned you, “What are you listening to?”

“Huh?” You said taking one out and he chuckled. “I asked what you were listening to.”

“Oh! Here” you handed him the one you took out and he took it.

The rest of the way there you guys chatted while the music softly played as background music. He was actually really funny and he fell in love with your laugh. Everytime you smiled his heart swooned more and more for you.

After you guys made it you asked for his number which he happily obliged to. You walked towards the door and he looked at you while you looked back at him. You both quickly turned around with your cheeks hot.

You guys never stopped talking after that and started dating two months or so later

.・゜゜・★・゜゜・．

His thoughts were once again cut off but this time it was by your small giggles and he realized you had stopped kissing his neck and were just looking at it.

“What did you do?” he asked with a little bit of nervousness.

“Nothingggg”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Just go look in the mirror!” You said with a smirk.

You moved out of the way so he could get up and he walked towards your desk. When he looked in the mirror he was a little stunned. All around both sides of his neck and his throat were lipstick marks from where you kissed him. You giggled a little before saying, “You like it? I think I’m a pretty good artist”

“You did this on purpose?” “Well duh! You look so pretty, baby.” You were grinning from ear to ear as he slowly made his way back to you. “You’re not upset with me are you, eth?”

“No of course not” he now had his own little smile on his face while now standing directly in front of you. He suddenly kissed you catching you off guard. You kissed back with your hands getting tangled in his hair. His own hands grabbing your waist.

It was a really sweet kiss and you could tell how in love he was with you. After a few moments you broke this kiss and against his lips you asked, “Do you want me to wipe it off?”

“No.” “You want to go out like that?” You asked with a little laugh.

“No, I just wanna stay here with you. We can go out another night. I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

You nodded eagerly in agreement and kissed him again as he sighed into the kiss. He still had no idea why you chose him out of all people, but he was extremely happy you did and he could tell that you were completely devoted to him like he was with you.

AAA IM ACTUALLY HAPPY WITH THIS! I just randomly got the idea and got sidetracked from my requests (I’m sorry!) BUT I’LL WORK ON THEM RIGHT AWAY! 🫡

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty In Pink!

Yandere south park! x Girly fem Reader!

Headers by pinterest

Chapter 8/The party

♡Here it is, The long awaited party chapter Sorry it took so long sorry

TAGLIST: @the-official-memester @wowowpx

"So! What do you think?" Y/n strikes a dramatic pose as she waltzes through the door, showing Bebe her costume with a wide grin. Bebe was stunned, Y/n's costume was pretty skimpy, A little white dress with tacky wings and a tinsel halo, It was enough to make anyone flustered. Bebe looked at Y/n in awe, Her face bright red and her eyes were wide. But before she could answer the two girls heard the doorbell ring.

Y/n rushed to the door, a beaming smile on her face. "KENNY!" Y/n squeals at the boy in the orange parka, Kenny was dressed up as a zombie. He had a few bruises and some fake blood on his parka, wait. Was it fake blood?

Kenny smiled back at her, Peeping over the bagged bottles of alcohol he carried in his hands. He placed the bags on Y/n's marble kitchen counter before enfulfing her into a huge hug. Smelling her soft hair and slowly sinking into her touch. "Ken, baby you are a life saver!" Y/n pulls back, not noticing the slight disappointment on Kenny's face. "Do you like my outfit hunny?" She giggles posing dramatically.

"It's stunning Y/n.." Kenny replied, admiring how the white dress hugged your curves. "Aww Kenny! You are so kind! Come sit with me and Bebe when we do our makeup!" Y/n smiles sweetly, taking Kenny's calloused hand in hers and leading him into her room. He sat down on her fluffy pink bed, seeming a bit enamoured by her room. Y/n sat at her makeup desk, applying silver glitter to her eyes.

"So Kenny did anything important happen today?" Bebe piped up as she was spraying her hair. Kenny's mind immediately flashed to him and Cartman earlier but he didnt want his precious Y/n to worry. "Nah just school," Kenny mumbles glancing down at his bloodied hands, "Been excited for this party all day though" He immediately pipes up and flashes Y/n a toothy grin, but she is too fixated on her makeup to notice.

"Do you know when Stan's gonna be here? He said he'll bring some zazaaaaa" Y/n giggles, applying her lashes. Kenny and Bebe shook their heads. As Y/n finished up her makeup Tolkien and Kyle had arrived then soon enough more and more guests started rolling in.

"Kyle!" Y/n rushes up to him with a smile, But before Kyle could reply, Y/n had dragged him into her bathroom. "Pre drink with me!" She giggles with a bottle of sambuca in her hand.

"Oh no I don't drink" Y/n pulled a face of disbelief as she opened the bottle, "Shut up, This is a party Kyle." Y/n takes a huge swig from the bottle, then she hands it to him, who hesitates before taking a sip then pulling a disgusted face, which Y/n finds amusing.

Suddenly the door opens, Heidi comes in looking a bit distressed, "Oh- Sorry I didn't r-realise it was interupting something" She stutters before turning to leave. "No, Stay." Y/n notices her look of despair, Obviously being the nosey queen she was, wanted to know what was up. Heidi seems a bit shocked by Y/n's request and stands awkwardly by the sink.

"Whats up? You look a bit sad Heidi." Y/n hands her the bottle and indicates for her to take a sip. Heidi looks at her in shock, Since when did Y/n know who she was. Kyle on the other hand is staring at Y/n in awe, She was so kind....

"Come on we don't bite..." Y/n chuckles looking at Kyle then back at Heidi, who takes a sip from the sambuca then sets it on the sink counter, "My boyfriend broke up with me..." She mumbles looking down in shame. 'Heidi had a boyfriend? God anything can happen these days.' Y/n thought. "Girl you don't need him, There are many guys that would love to have you." Y/n smiles at her.

Heidi looks up at her in a star struck manner, "R-Really?" She responds in disbelief to which Y/n nods, "Of course! You are stunning, Loads of guys would be lucky to even look at you, Guys like Kyle here!" Kyle's look of awe quickly turns into one of shock, He looks at Y/n with disgust. "How about I leave you two lovebirds there while I go get more drinks hm?" Y/n smiles, but before they could protest she'd already left.

Y/n wonders over to her kitchen, after pushing through the crowd she'd finally made it to the kitchen. "Heya angel, I was wondering when I'd see you in all your glory." A voice which popped up behind her, Y/n turned around to see Clyde. "Clyde baby! Aren't you meant to be with Bebe?" She giggles wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she grabs a plastic cup from the side. "There's way more important things than her. Like seeing you gorgeous~" Clyde smirks. Y/n rolls her eyes at his advances, "Bebe is very important so watch your mouth. What are you meant to be anyways." Y/n pours herself another drink and sips it before turning fully towards Clyde.

"I'm a pirate! See?" Clyde points to an inflatable parrot on his shoulder, Y/n raises an eyebrow. "Your friend over there is staring" Y/n giggles and subtly points over to a tall boy in a blue hat who didn't seem to be dressed up as anything, Clyde looks over, "Oh Craig? He didn't really want to come here, He thinks popularity and stuff is stupid." Clyde's expression turns a bit bored. "Enough about hi-" "You should invite him over here." Y/n interupts him, Clyde looks a bit shocked, "You wanna talk to him?! Whatever." Clyde walks over to Craig who seems extremely uncomfortable.

"Y/n this is Craig, Craig this is Y/n" Clyde mumbles in an unenthusiastic tone before walking off, Y/n smiles looking up at Craig. "I haven't seen you around school before, Are you new?" Y/n bites her lip and tilts her head to the side. "Uhm no?" Craig knits his eyebrows. "Damn, I'm suprised. You're pretty hot Craig." Y/n giggles.

Craig's cheeks redden and he looks a bit shocked at what Y/n had just said, Y/n found his awkward response amusing, "What? Was it something I'd said?" Y/n sips her drink with a smirk and almost takes a step closer before she is dragged away by Bebe.

"Bebe what the fuck?!" Y/n seems a bit tipsy at this point. "I need to tell you something!" Bebe seems distressed. "Whatever." Y/n chugs her drink and walks off to go get more drink.

Y/n grabs a random bottle of alcohol and starts drinking it before her attention is shufted onto something else. "TOLKIEN!!!" Y/n notices he was on his own and she couldn't have that, not at her party.

Tolkien looks up from his phone and smiles at the sight of Y/n, "Y/n! I was wondering where you were!" He tucks his phone into his pocket. "Come on and dance with me! Us rich kids gotta stick together!" Y/n giggles, She was pretty drunk.

Tolkien giggles and shakes his head, Y/n puts her hands on his shoulders and he puts his on her waist, Y/n sways to the beat in a carefree manner, Tolkien just watches her in awe. "What ya looking at hotstuff?" Y/n giggles inching her face closer to his. "You clearly" Tolkien scoffs playfully, his eyes shifting to her lips, Y/n's hands move up his neck as she bites her lip in anticipation, Suddenly The pair's moment is interrupted by the doorbell. Before Tolkien could say anything Y/n rushes off to go answer it.

"STANNNN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!!! I'VE WAITED SO LONG FOR YOUUUUU" Y/n drags Stan into her house, it was clear she was extremely drunk.

"Hey Y/n, I brought the stuff you wanted." Stan chuckles awkwardly. "STAN YOU ARE SUCH A LIFE SAVER!!!" Y/n lets out an exaggerated laugh, almost falling onto Stan who immediately catches her. "Lets go sit down shall we?" Stan guides Y/n onto the sofa. Y/n flops on top of Stan with a huff. "Have you heard from Wendy? I've missed her...." Y/n mumbles, her words almost inaudible.

Stan was a bit taken a back by what Y/n had said, Why focus on Wendy and not him. "No I havent." He replied with a sour tone, which Y/n didn't pick up on. Obviously many people had attended Y/n's party, One important guest to specific that Y/n had not picked up on. Y/n climbs up to sit on his lap, basically straddling him at this point. "Damn Y/-" Stan's interupted by Y/n's lips on his. Stan's eyes widen at first but he settles into it, resting his hands on her waist, gently stroking them as their kiss escalates. They both didn't really care about what anyone had said, it WAS a party after all, until laughter appears from behind them. The two pull away to look over.

There she stood wearing a tight red leather dress and black fishnets, Tacky devil horns sat on top of her long straight black hair, "See guys? This is why Y/n can't be trusted. She's a filthy slut." Wendy spat. "Wendy fucking Testaburger." Y/n scowled.

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[omgitssmallboi]

Ryoma Hoshi x Popular!Reader

What’s in this goofy lil fic: Friendship fluff, cats, Ryoma being sad, an AU where the killing game never happened(Non-despair AU), non sexual intimacy, hugs. | In this AU, Ryoma went through all the bullshit canon him went through, but after two years of prison, a family bailed him out and took him in. (He’s 16-17 in this)

One day, while walking home from school, you stumbled upon a stray cat meowing for attention. You couldn't help but stop and pet it, instantly feeling a sense of connection with the poor animal. As you scratched its head and ears, you noticed a familiar figure in the distance - the school loner, Ryoma Hoshi. To your surprise, he was cradling a litter of abandoned kittens in his arms, their tiny mews filling the air.

Without a second thought, you approached him and introduced yourself. He looked up at you with his deep, sad eyes and smiled slightly. You noticed how his short stature and mature attitude made him appear even stranger. "I've been taking care of these kitties since they were born," he explained. "Their mother abandoned them, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for them."

You nodded understandingly, feeling a sense of admiration for the loner you'd once ignored. "I found this stray cat outside school like, two weeks ago. And I've been feeding it every day. I guess we both have a thing for cats, huh?" You chuckled softly, trying to break the ice.

Ryoma smiled back, revealing a small amount of joy in his face. "Yeah, I guess so. Well, I should probably get these guys home. They need their bottles and some clean bedding." He stood up, carefully handing the kittens over to you. "Here, you can help me take care of them if you want."

The offer caught you off guard. You hadn't expected him to be so open to the idea, let alone offer to share such a personal responsibility. "Really? I'd love to!" You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "My house isn't far from here. We can walk there together."

As you walked side by side, you found yourself struck by how comfortable you felt in his presence. Despite his tough exterior, there was a softness to him that you hadn't noticed before. You talked about your favorite cat videos on YouTube, swapped stories about the funniest things your foster kittens had done, and even shared a few of your deepest fears. The time flew by, and before you knew it, you'd arrived at your house.

Ryoma followed you inside, his eyes widening in awe as he took in the cozy living room with its plush couch and numerous plants. "Wow, this is nice," he commented, glancing over at you. "You've got a really nice place here." You beamed with pride, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you at his approval.

As you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, you noticed that Ryoma was trailing a few steps behind, seemingly hesitant to come any closer. "It's okay," you reassured him with a smile. "I'm sure my parents won't mind if we borrow my room for a little while." Your parents were out of town on business, so you knew you wouldn't have to worry about anyone disturbing you.

Ryoma nodded, still looking a bit unsure of himself. "Well, if you're sure..." he muttered, finally stepping into your room. You closed the door behind him, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the intimacy of the moment. The room was painted a soothing shade of lavender, with posters of cute animals and pop stars covering the walls. A huge, fluffy cat bed sat in the corner, surrounded by a collection of toys and scratching posts.

"This is where I spend most of my time," you explained, walking over to your desk. You pulled out a chair for Ryoma, gesturing for him to sit. "Do you want me to show you where we keep the kittens' stuff?" You asked, already digging through your drawers to find the supplies you had stashed away.

Ryoma nodded, sitting down gingerly on the chair. He glanced around the room, seeming to take in every detail. His eyes lingered on a framed photo of you and your family, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for him. "Your family seems really nice," he said softly, trying to change the subject.

"They are," you replied, smiling warmly. "They're away on business right now, so we have the house to ourselves." You paused for a moment, realizing that you hadn't given Ryoma a chance to talk about his own life. "So, what about you? Do you live alone?"

Ryoma shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, not exactly," he mumbled. "I live with my adoptive dad, his wife, and their kids. It's a bit crowded, but..." He trailed off, clearly not wanting to dwell on the subject. You nodded understandingly, deciding not to push the issue.

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After gathering up all the supplies you needed, you showed Ryoma where to set up the kittens' temporary home in your room. He was surprisingly gentle with them, carefully placing each one in their little bed and making sure they were comfortable. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him interact with the animals. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, handing him a few bottles of kitten formula and a small bag of dry food. "Here's everything you'll need to take care of them," you explained, showing him where to find the litter box and the kittens' bedding. "I've already prepared some food for them, so all you have to do is warm it up and feed them."

As Ryoma followed your instructions, you watched him intently, noticing the way he interacted with the kittens. He was gentle and patient, just like you remembered him being with your own foster kittens. There was a softness in his eyes that you hadn't seen before, and it made your heart ache for him.

You decided to change the subject, wanting to focus on something more lighthearted. "So, how old are these guys?" you asked, kneeling down to pet one of the kittens. It nuzzled against your hand, purring contently.

Ryoma smiled faintly. "This one is about five weeks old, and the other two are about seven weeks. They're still pretty small, but they're growing fast." He paused, glancing down at the kitten in his arms. "They're probably going to be as big as your cat in no time."

You laughed softly. "Oh, I doubt that. Even when they were a kitten, Aki was a bit on the chunky side." You scratched the kitten behind its ear, making it purr even louder. "So, what are their names?" you asked, curious to know more about them.

Ryoma smiled, the expression softening his features. "This one is Luna," he said, gesturing to the calico kitten in his lap. "She's a bit shy, but she's also very clever. And this one is Artemis," he continued, indicating the black-and-white kitten who was currently investigating the litter box. "She's a bit more outgoing than Luna, but she's just as sweet. And then there's Apollo," he added, picking up the last kitten from the bedding. "He's the youngest of the three, but he's already the biggest. He's quite the little daredevil, always climbing up on things he shouldn't."

You listened intently, feeling a genuine fondness for each of the kittens already. "They all sound wonderful," you said, petting Artemis as she rubbed against your hand. "I'm sure they'll grow up to be beautiful cats." You glanced over at Ryoma, noticing the way he interacted with his pets. There was a certain tenderness in his touch, a look of affection in his eyes that spoke volumes about the bond he shared with them.

"So, what about you?" you asked, deciding to change the subject. "Do you have any favorite activities to do with them?" You wondered if he liked playing games with them or if he preferred cuddling on the couch.

Ryoma looked surprised by the question, but he seemed to consider it for a moment before answering. "Well, I usually just spend time with them," he said quietly. "We don't really have any special games or anything, but I like to watch them play together. Sometimes I'll just sit on the floor and let them climb all over me." He smiled fondly, his expression softening. "They're really good company."

You nodded, understanding what he meant. Pets could be a source of comfort and companionship, especially when life got tough. You remembered how Aki had been there for you when you were feeling down, curling up on your lap or giving you a little headbutt when you needed it most. It was a special bond that only pet owners could truly understand.

"That's nice," you said, trying to sound encouraging. "I'm sure they appreciate the time you spend with them." You glanced around the room, noticing a few toys scattered on the floor near the kittens' bedding. "Do you ever play with them?" you asked, gesturing to the toys.

Ryoma seemed a bit surprised by your question. "Well, I don't know...," he began, hesitating. "I don't want to push them into anything they're not comfortable with. They're still pretty young, after all." He shrugged, looking a bit guilty. "I guess I could try to spend more time playing with them. Maybe they'd like that."

You smiled reassuringly, knowing that Ryoma was just being overly careful. "It's okay," you said gently. "They probably just need a little encouragement. Why don't you try giving them one of those toys and see how they react?" You pointed to a small, soft-looking mouse toy lying on the floor nearby.

Part 2?

[beelmons]

If every book is a world, an Amazon Kindle is an entire galaxy

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader CW: Pre-established relationship Summary: Your boyfriend, Spencer, is a self-proclaimed technophobe. You offer a solution to all the books he often carries on his back during trips, an Amazon Kindle, perhaps you can make him grow fond of it?

—This is from all of us. Happy Birthday, Reid. —Hotch said as he handed him a medium-sized, rectangular box.

Spencer was happily, although a bit uncomfortably, sitting on his desk, recently blown candles on top of a chocolate cake, mind you with sprinkles on it. He was not big on birthdays, but ever since you joined the BAU you made sure no one would ever forget the special day again, a couple decades ago this world was blessed with the kind and loving existence of Spencer Reid, that was something worth celebrating in your books.

He took a second to thank everyone with a hug. For someone afraid of germs, he tended to get pretty touchy when he was feeling sentimental. The people around him cheered for the box to be opened, and with shyness in his eyes he complied to their desires.

—No way! —he excitedly let out—First edition “The Adventures of Tom Swayer”? Where did you even find this?

—The internet can be your friend, my friend. —Penelope palmed at his shoulder affectionately.

—Thank you, thank you so much, all of you, I know for a fact this couldn’t have been cheap. —his voice seemed to tremble a little.

—I did have to tap into my retirement account, but that smile was worth it, kid. —Rossi took a second to pat Spencer’s face, in that very Italian-dad-way that he always did.

—Yeah, my kids didn’t need college anyway, they have a very smart godfather. —JJ contributed.

There was an exchange of glances between the two older men in the office, shortly they excused themselves and wished for the party to continue merrily; in a blink they were shunned inside the Unit Chief’s office. The rest of the team remained by Reid’s desk; chatting, laughing, and eating the cake you had ordered earlier in the morning. As the piles of pending paperwork for past cases stared back at the cheery group, the people slowly began to scatter back to their desks, until it was only Garcia, Reid, and you cleaning up the desk area. Spencer didn’t like messy work spaces after all.

—I really hope you enjoyed your little party, boy genius. —Penelope said as she threw away the last of the disposable plates.

—I did, and thank you, once again, for everything. —he answered as his sight travelled from Penelope to you repeatedly.

—Don’t even mention it. —you said, your arms crossing over your chest. For a second, your eyes met, and you felt your heart skip a bit at the way they shined when you were reflected in them.

—So…—the blonde once again interrupted with a suggestive tone in her voice— I want to see the gift your girlfriend is gonna give you.

—Penelope, once again, I think it’s weird when you talk about me in third person while I’m standing right here. —you reproached her, and you saw Spencer chuckle shyly.

—Please, please, I just love couple gifts, they are always so intimate and personal, and you guys know I feed from your happiness, it’s like it recharges me.

—She gave me my gift last night when the clock struck midnight. She wanted to be the very first to congratulate me. —Spencer said in attempt to diffuse her interest.

—Ooh, spicy, I like your style.

—Not that! —you yelled with a laugh— I got him a night lamp in the shape of a Tardis, like the one from Dr. Who.

—It was a great gift. I really love it. —he kept his eyes fixed on you, a small smile drawn on his face.

—Really? —Penelope cocked an eyebrow—I mean, I don’t mean to pry, and that’s an awesome gift, but you guys have been together for a year, I would have expected whips or cuffs to be given away by now.

Spencer broke into an awkward laugh, and you mimicked him. It’s not like those things hadn’t been given as presents before, but it was more of a valentine’s day or anniversary type of gifts. For birthdays, you had always liked to do simple but meaningful things, to buy that one product that’s constantly in your cart, but you never buy because “it’s too silly”, or that useless kitchenware that will only take up space, but it’s so cute it would make you insanely happy, or that book that you know is going to be tacky and doesn’t feel “worth the money” but you still so desperately want, those are the kinds of gifts you liked giving each other, something that reminded you that you paid attention to even the smallest things, that you loved even the smallest things.

—Actually, —you began to explain— I do have a little extra something.

Both of your friends’ eyes opened in surprise as they looked at you expectantly. You took a moment to go through your bag and pulled a rectangular, slim black object. You let out a “Ta-dah!” sound as you showed the little gadget to them. It lingered on Spencer’s fingers for a second as he inspected it, but the moment Penelope realized what it was, her hands quickly snatched it away.

—You got an Amazon Kindle?! —she exclaimed with excitement.

—What’s an Amazon Kindle? —Reid asked in confusion.

—Oh, boy wonder, it’s only the future of reading, you see, in this tiny rectangle you can have millions of books altogether, and the screen even looks like real paper, but it’s all digital. This is a super cool and great gift! —she answered as she began to explore the interface of the tablet.

You watched with a smile at the glowing woman in front of you, she looked like a child being handed a new toy. The candid moment, however, did not last very long, couple of minutes later everyone was gathered in the briefing room with a new case in hand. As you broke up the gathering you had, Spencer took the reading gadget and slid it inside his leather bag for safekeeping.

Once the overall details of the case were explained by the round table, the team picked the “wheels up in 30” routine, grabbing go-bags, calling loved ones to announce that they were going away, and picking their favorite spot on the plane. The case took you all the way to the west coast, which was always one of the most difficult trips to take, long and paralyzing, since there was not much you could do before arriving at the hosting precinct. The second briefing, and a small exchange of theories and ideas, took place during the first hour of the trip, but with plenty to go, everyone decided to scatter once again.

Ever since the two of you started dating, you would often sit together during flights, whether it was on the couch or by the table, and when you wanted to talk more privately you would choose the dual seats that were facing each other. Spencer immediately took one of the individual face-to-face chairs, and you went over to discuss a couple topics with Morgan before you headed to make your boyfriend some company. You caught a glimpse of him at the end of the jet with a book in his hand, which reminded you that you had a fair amount of time to kill, and no entertainment in hand.

—Hey. —you said as you took the seat in front of him.

—Hey. —he replied, his book being lowered to pay you the corresponding attention.

—Where’s the Kindle tablet?

There was a small trace of sadness on your boyfriend’s face as you asked that question, and it took you aback. He reached for his bag and pulled out the digital reader, laying it on the table that was across him.

—Hey, uhm, I don’t want to seem ungrateful… —he started to explain and earned a confused expression from you—It’s a very thoughtful gift, and I appreciate it, but I really prefer reading in an analog format. I can pay you back for it, if you want.

You let out a quiet laugh at how cute he was being, and quickly your hand darted out to grab his.

—Spence, babe, relax. You truly are adorable. —you never used pet names when the team was around, but in that moment, everyone else had disappeared from the phase of the earth.

—I am? —even though he reciprocated the grasp, his face showed pure confusion.

—I know you, Spencer. You only have an iPhone because the bureau forced you to. With all the ruckus of the new case I didn’t have time to explain. I got the Kindle for myself, and a subscription to Kindle Unlimited, the real surprise was that I also took the time to look up some of your favorite authors, and I got their e-books downloaded to the Kindle reader. I know you always have a stash of books for trips, this is just in case you run out. I got your back, library rat.

You saw as his face lit up, his lips drew into a crescent, and his hand offered a reassuring squeeze on yours.

—I love you. —he muttered.

—Love you too, Dr. Reid. —you replied with a smile of your own and settled back for a comfy ride with your trustworthy digital reader.

The case had dragged itself long, almost a week you spent in California until you could apprehend the UnSub, and needless to say you were getting tired of not sleeping on your own bed. By the time the case was wrapped up, you couldn’t wait to get home, take a hot bath, and sleep for hopefully three days straight, although in your line of work you knew it wasn’t possible.

On the plane back, you took the couch and Spencer came along. He had devoured his current stash of books through out the week, and now was left with nothing but his own mind to distract himself from the never ending flight. He was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you, and you could see the way he kept peeking at the paper-like screen on your hands.

—What are you reading? —he asked curiously.

—The hunger games: Catching fire.

—I thought you had that in your apartment.

—I do, but I randomly felt like reading it again, and I happen to have it on here.

He let out a hum in agreement and you felt him slouch next to you, his head landing on your shoulder almost immediately. A few minutes went by, he continued to shuffle every once in a while, and you could tell, you could tell he was unable to fall asleep. His eyes continued to open from time to time, taking in glances of whatever page you were reading.

—So, she is trying to overthrow the government alone? —he asks quietly, his head still on your shoulder.

—Not really, the rebellion was just waiting for a token hero to serve as emblem of faith, but it had existed long before that. —you answered, your eyes still glued to the small tablet.

—It doesn’t make sense, her acts of defiance would have been put down faster by such an efficient government. Can you move to the next page?

At his request, you turned your head down to questioningly cock an eyebrow at him, a little bit of offense written on your face.

—Do you want to read it instead?

—No, it’s alright. —he said with a bit of embarrassment as he straightened himself instead—I would have to read the first book to make sense of it all.

—Oh, you mean… —as if you had magically snapped your fingers, you clicked your way through the interface of the tablet to land on the book you had just mentioned and, in a blink, you had the prologue already open; your hand held the device loosely before Spencer, offering for him to grab it —this one?

—The digital versions kind of slow me... —he began to exclaim in attempt to excuse himself.

—Slow you down? —you interrupted—Come on, genius, it’s the hunger games, not everything has to be read at a 20,000 words per minute speed. Just enjoy it, or mock its inaccuracies, or even laugh at its ridiculousness, but entertain yourself. When you get home, you wash your hands from the filthy metadata, and go back to your beloved physical books.

With a light huff he took the digital reader from your hands and began to read through the words on it. You took advantage of his focus to slide yourself beneath the arm next to yours, allowing it to rest on your shoulders, and let your head fall against the side of his chest; if you weren’t going to read about some silly divergent romance, might as well take a nap until you got home. He didn’t impose any resistance, JJ had mentioned once how he went to his own little world when he read, and apparently that fact wasn’t affected by the genre of the book he was reading. Your free arm took the liberty to dart across his stomach, and you were all set to fall into a slumber.

Three hours went by, and there were still a couple more to go, when Spencer finished the first book. To his surprise, his sight wasn’t strained, and even if, certainly, the read was slower than his usual speed, due to having to change the page more often since there were less words per page, it wasn’t that much different from reading a common book.

—Well, well, so all it took was a girl to turn you into inspector gadget, huh? —Morgan teased as he was making his way towards the bathroom.

—I still prefer holding actual pages, but it does come in pretty handy. —he turned quickly to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure and a dumbfounded smile appeared on his face, one that Derek recognized right away—It amazes me how she knows I’ll like things before I even know I’ll like them.

—Yeah, man, that’s what girlfriends do. —he chuckled in an almost mutter— I take it it’s going well between you two?

—Yeah. It’s going really well. —he felt you slightly shudder beneath his limb—Hey, Morgan, can you hand me one of the blankets? I think she’s cold and I don’t want to wake her.

His friend complied to the instruction as he pulled the fabric from one of the random empty seats behind him. He stayed to admire the way Spencer would use his only free hand to cover you up, part of the blanket landing on his lap as well. Morgan didn’t tell him about the way his eyes sparkled, or the content sigh that he let out as he admired your sleeping face, or the fool-in-love smile that he carried on that moment.

—Man, don’t let Hotch see you like this, he will write you up for inappropriate workplace behavior. Trust me. —Derek said as he got up to go back to his seat.

—Noted. Oh, and Derek, do you know how to change books on this thing? —he said in a rush as he noticed his friend’s intention, showing the kindle that was still in his hands—I kind of, uhm, want to know what happens in Catching Fire.

The muscular man couldn’t help but to laugh out of adoration, the boy genius had that effect in almost anyone who he met, it was what caught your attention in the first place; Morgan tapped on the screen a couple of times and opened the prologue to the second book, handing it to Spencer right after.

When you were alone yet again, and as he skimmed through the pages of the introduction, he felt something in his chest, like a glowing light that both pressed it down and made it feel like levitating at the same time. The hand that was around you travelled to your head, and in your sleep you couldn’t feel the way his lips pressed against the top of your hair in a chaste kiss. The love of his life in one hand, and a good book in the other, or well, a good book-ish, that’s all he needed to feel whole. If it helped him hold you as he read, perhaps this gadget wasn’t that bad.

After that day, you bought him his own Kindle, and he never left home without it.

[lollreagan]

sasuke uchiha x fem!reader college AU

i’m a sucker for college AUs. and sasuke uchiha.

here’s what chat gpt wrote for me and i enjoyed it so i thought i would share:

You were excited to start your first year of college, but the thought of sharing a room with a stranger was a little daunting. When you arrived at your dorm, you were relieved to find out that your roommate was Sasuke Uchiha, a quiet and reserved guy who kept to himself.

You both got settled in, and you quickly discovered that you had some things in common. You were both studying science, and you both enjoyed reading and watching movies. You started to hang out in your room together, talking about your classes and your interests.

As the weeks went by, you started to notice little things about Sasuke that you hadn't before. The way he would get up early and work out, or the way he would bring you coffee when you were studying late at night. You found yourself admiring him more and more, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship by developing romantic feelings.

One day, Sasuke asked if you wanted to go for a walk around campus with him. You agreed, and the two of you spent the afternoon exploring the different buildings and gardens. As you walked, you found yourself getting lost in conversation with him. You talked about your dreams and aspirations, your fears and insecurities, and everything in between.

As the sun started to set, Sasuke suggested you both head back to your dorm. You realized it was getting late, and you hadn't even started on your homework yet. You parted ways with Sasuke and headed to your own room.

You settled down at your desk, ready to get started on your assignments, but you found yourself unable to focus. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Sasuke, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted more than just friendship from him.

The next few weeks were filled with tension between you and Sasuke. You found yourself getting jealous when he spent time with other girls, and he seemed to be growing distant from you. You didn't know how to bridge the gap between you two. 

One day, you were sitting in the library when Sasuke approached you.

"Hey," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," you said, feeling a little nervous.

"I've noticed that things have been a little weird between us lately," Sasuke said, looking at you with concern.

"Yeah," you admitted. "I don't know how to fix it."

"I think... I think we need to be honest with each other," Sasuke said, his voice low. "I've been feeling the same way as you."

"What way?" you asked, your heart racing.

"I've been wanting more than just friendship from you," Sasuke said, looking into your eyes. "I didn't know how to bring it up, but I can't keep pretending that I don't feel this way."

You felt your face flush with excitement and embarrassment. You had wanted this for so long, but you were scared of what it would mean for your friendship.

"I feel the same way," you said, smiling at him.

Sasuke leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of desire coursing through your body.

After a while, Sasuke pulled back and looked at you, his eyes intense.

"Do you want to come back to my room?" he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement run through you. You had never been with anyone like this before, but you trusted Sasuke completely.

As you walked to Sasuke's room, you felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. You had never been in a situation like this before, but you trusted Sasuke completely. As you entered his room, you were struck by how neat and organized it was. It was clear that Sasuke had a place for everything and everything was in its place. Sasuke closed the door behind you and turned to face you. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice soft and low. You nodded, feeling a rush of desire wash over you. 

"Yes," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Sasuke stepped closer to you, his hands reaching up to cup your face. He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You moaned softly as his tongue darted into your mouth, exploring every inch. 

 As you kissed, Sasuke's hands began to roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the contours of your breasts. You felt your body respond to his touch, your nipples hardening and your pussy growing wet with desire. Sasuke led you to the bed, his hands never leaving your body. He pushed you gently onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, his body pressing down on yours. You felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh, and you couldn't wait to feel it inside of you.

 Sasuke began to kiss his way down your body, his lips and tongue trailing over your neck, your breasts, and your stomach. He paused briefly to slip your shirt off, revealing your perky breasts to his hungry gaze. Sasuke took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. You moaned softly, feeling your pussy grow even wetter with desire. You reached down and ran your hands through his hair, urging him on. After a few moments, Sasuke moved lower, pulling your pants and panties down over your hips. You lifted your hips to help him, and he quickly pulled them off, revealing your dripping pussy to his eager eyes. Sasuke paused for a moment, looking at you with awe and reverence. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, before lowering his head and burying his face in your pussy. You gasped as he began to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue darting in and out of your pussy. You writhed beneath him, your body wracked with pleasure. As Sasuke ate you out, you felt your orgasm building deep within you. You moaned and whimpered, unable to control yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you. Finally, you felt your orgasm crest, and you screamed out loud as you came, your pussy clenching and spasming around Sasuke's tongue. After you had recovered, Sasuke climbed up beside you and held you close, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You lay there in his arms, feeling completely at peace. "Thank you," you whispered, looking up at him with gratitude. Sasuke smiled down at you, his eyes soft and warm. "Thank you for trusting me," he said, before leaning in to kiss you again. From that moment on, you and Sasuke were more than just roommates. You were lovers, bound together by a deep and abiding love. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for the two of you, but you knew that you would face it together, side by side.

[multifandom-worlds]

Worthy of Love

Genre: Angst

WordCount: 2.3K

Warnings: breakups

Authors Note: This is a repost from 2020.

AO3 link HERE

I sit at my desk, looking at my phone and the message my girlfriend sent me. I need to break up with her. Not because I don't love her, but it's because I do. I thought she would be a quick lay. Something fun to pass the time with until the next thing came along. I never intended to fall hopelessly in love with her.

But I did.

Fear and intimidation has always been second nature for me. It comes naturally. It's the language I've spoken for years. It's protected me and my company, until now. Until I laid eyes on her again. This nosey, impulsive, headstrong little thing with bright, curious eyes and an ability to push my buttons.

This woman that, no matter how many times I push her around or push her away, she comes right back, like a moth to a flame.

With every moment I spend with her, I find myself wanting more. Wanting to know more and in truth? That scares me. The closer I get to her the more power she holds over me. Power to leave me.

I love her way too much, which is why I have to do this. Why I have to be the bad guy and end things. She's going to be mad. She's going to be confused and heartbroken and she has every right to be.

"Brianna, this isn't working."

I hover over the send button. Am I really going to break up with her over a text message? Yes because I need her to hate me. I need her to think I am the worst person ever.

Send.

An answer comes back to me moments later.

"What do you mean this isn't working? What did I do wrong? I can do better, I promise. Victor please."

"My mind is made up, Brianna. I am bored with you and done with this relationship. Please go gather your belongings and leave your key on the table."

I put my phone down, not wanting to see what she has to say. I can feel my heart slowly break inside. The truth is, I could never be bored with her but I need to look after myself, even if that means pushing away the only person who dared to look past the suits.

Returning home that night, the spare key sits on the table and all her belongings are gone. Except for 1 shirt that still rests on the couch where she left it last night after one of our many passionate love-making sessions.

I pick it up, holding it close, breathing in her scent. Tears prick at my eyes as memories from the past year flood my memories. I need to keep reminding myself that this is for the best.

Who am I kidding. She's the best thing for me. She's the best thing to happen to me back then and she's the best thing to happen to me now.

I sit down on the couch. The couch that once held such passion now feels cold and lonely. How did I let myself get so infatuated with her? The couch is where I sleep that night, her shirt still clutched tightly in my arms. I can't bear the bed tonight.

Waking up the next morning, my eyes sting with tears long since dried up. I feel like I'm on autopilot as I ready myself for the day. Just yesterday I would be sneaking glances at Brianna getting ready while I make us both coffees.

She would kiss me good morning, her soft lips lingering or two longer. I would run my fingers through her feather soft red hair while she tries to do it up for work, earning myself a playful swat. There's so much about her I miss. I miss the way she would cling to me a little tighter Saturday mornings, her hand resting on my chest, the way her fingers felt when they're running through my hair. I miss her.

Tears brim my eyes once again but I blink them back. I just need to keep telling myself this is for the best, that I'm better off alone and that she's better off with someone that isn't me. Whether it's true or not is irrelevant.

When I get to work, Anna, Brianna's coworker is waiting for me. A small part of me hoped Brianna would come present their proposal but that was a dream of a love-struck fool. Of course she wouldn't come, not after I cruelly ripped her heart out.

"Why did you do it, Victor?" Anna asks, no warmth to her voice.

"That's none of your concern. It's between Miss Davis and I. Not you."

"You spent a year with her, almost to the exact day and yet you cannot even call her by her first name. You really are a piece of work."

How could I forget. Today would have been mine and Bri's 1 year anniversary. That's no concern of mine now. What's done is done. It's time to move forward.

Anna presents their proposal. It's quite well done this time around. Over the course of our relationship, Brianna's proposals have been getting progressively better and better. This was the best one yet. If only I could tell her. To see her face lights up one last time.

"Oh Victor. This is for you. Brianna wanted me to give it to you."

Anna's voice holds a deep set anger as she all but throws a gift wrapped box at me. Once Anna leaves I set to opening it. Inside is a watch, once that I mentioned in passing that I was interested in acquiring. Brianna must have remembered and it must have cost her a pretty penny because this watch is not cheap but any stretch of the imagination. Below the watch is a little card that reads: Happy Anniversary, Victor darling. I love you more than words could say.

I love you too, Bri. Please don't hate me forever. Removing the watch I wore today and placing it in my desk drawer, I carefully put on the one Brianna bought me, admiring it. I don't deserve someone as wonderful as her.

Clearing my mind of thoughts of her I return to my work. That night I return to my cold, dark apartment, forced to relive all the memories I have with her. This is my own personal Hell.

An hour later I find myself looking through her Moments, reliving all the times we spent together, all while polishing off a bottle of brandy. She posted a new photo just this afternoon of her in a new outfit that suits her body so perfectly.

It's only been a day and she already seems to have moved past our breakup. Maybe I really didn't mean that much to her after all. Unfortunately that does not make getting over her any easier.

Laying down on the couch, I grab her shirt once again and hold it close. This is the hardest break up I've yet to deal with. I miss her but I can't tell her. To her, she bored me. I want her to continue to believe that.

Tears slowly roll down my cheeks while I fall asleep.

My dreams are filled with her. Her bright, curious eyes. Her long red hair fluttering in the wind, her phenomenal piano playing. Waking up in a cold sweat, I made the decision then and there that I cannot live like this. Until I am over her I will distract myself with wine and women.

So that is precisely what I do. Each night I entertain another woman in my home. We wine and dine, finishing the night in the throes of passion. In a week I could bed at minimum, 6 women, all who sing my praises.

I've been doing this for the past 6 months but it hasn't helped. A pattern had emerged. I've only gone out with short redheads. Only ever drank the wine Brianna liked.

Tonight I had a dinner date with a young woman named Jessica. Jessica is a model who I've done shoots with in the past. She's a pleasant enough woman, not much of a conversationalist though.

Walking out of the restaurant, I have the misfortune of bumping into Brianna on the sidewalk. She smiles briefly before she bows her head slightly and walks off.

"Miss Davis, wait." My mouth forms the words before my mind could process. Brianna stops mid-stride but does not turn around. Her chest heaves softly, the same way it did when she was crying in my arms. My heart breaks all over again.

"Now is not a good time, Victor." Her voice was soft, breaking as it said my name.

"Who's that, Victor?" Jessica's hand rests on my bicep.

"An ex-girlfriend. No one you need to concern yourself with Jess."

"I must say, you certainly upgraded from her to me."

"You're right, as always Jess."

The words sounded wrong. She wasn't right at all. In fact she couldn't have been more wrong. Jessica was a downgrade from Brianna. She was a rebound and nothing more.

The sound of a soft sob makes its way to my ears as we walk past Brianna. Glancing over my shoulder, my precious, perfect girl is wiping the tears from her face before she looks up at me with eyes filled with an unmeasured sadness. She really did love me, didn't she. The fact I hurt her this bad makes me feel like a monster. That's what I wanted, right? I wanted her to hate me.

I sit in my car outside Brianna's apartment, looking up at her window. Her silhouette in the window joined by another.

Ding.

My phone lights up, a text message from her.

"Come up Victor. We need to talk."

I sigh, blinking away tears before I drive away. I can't face her. Not after what I said today. I am not worthy of love. Especially not worthy of her love.

The next hour is spent driving around the city trying to clear my head from any and all thoughts of her. By the time I return her, my tiny redhead is sitting by my door, knees to her chest, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Bri, what are you doing here. It's late and it's dangerous outside." Looking up at me, Brianna wipes the tears from her cheeks before rising to her feet.

"We need to talk, Victor. Please"

I can't say no to her, her eyes plead with me, the pain in her voice drives a knife into my soul. I unlock my door before showing her in. She takes a seat on the couch, playing with a few strands of hair. Something she's always done when she's nervous.

"I forgive you."

Those 3 little words stop me in my tracks. Those 3 little words tear down the wall I've been building over the past 6 months. Those 3 little words is all it takes for me to come undone. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.

"Victor?" Brianna's voice is filled with concern as her hand cups my cheek. I rest my hand over hers, leaning into her touch. Yearning for it. Her thumbs wiped away the tears on my cheeks.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, Bri."

"Yes Victor. Everyone deserves forgiveness. You're afraid to get close to people. I understand I was too close and you had to protect yourself. I forgive you"

Any and all control I had disappears and a moment later my arms are around her waist, pulling her close and holding her tight. Brianna hugs me back without missing a beat.

I finally let her go a few minutes later, wiping my face. How embarrassing. I turn to hide my face but she stops me.

"I'm not worthy of your love, Brianna. I pushed you away because I was afraid. At first you were a quick lay. A playtoy but something about you drew me in. Before I knew it, I was in too deep and it terrified me. I had to leave to prevent you from leaving me. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving me so I left you first."

"Victor." Hearing my name, spoken with such love caused another wave of tears to flow from my eyes. I turn my back to her, walking over to the window letting the tears fall.

A pair of arms snake around my midsection, fingers interlocking on my stomach. Full body sobs rack my body but Brianna holds on. She rests her head against my back.

My body gives up in my and I fall to my knees, hands covering my eyes as I sob uncontrollably. I don't deserve her or her understanding but here she is, holding me as I sob.

"Victor. I love you. I loved you then and I still love you now. You have been the best thing to me. You challenged me to improve in every aspect of my life. You are the one I want, the only one I want"

Brianna lets go of me before crawling around to my front, her hands on my tear soaked cheeks.

"Brianna, will you take me back?"

"Yes Victor."

I lean in, kissing her several times, tears of a different kind rolling down my cheeks.

"Thank you, baby girl. Thank you. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through over the last 6 months. I thought I could get over you but I couldn't. It's you, Brianna. It's always been you and it can only ever be you."

On shaky legs I stand up, helping Brianna up with me.

"Let's go to bed, Bri."

"Let's go to bed, Victor." Brianna beams up at me, wrapping her arm around my waist.

Laying in bed for the first time in 6 months, looping long red hair around my fingers, holding her petite body as close to me as I can. It's going to be a challenge but I'm willing to try if she's by my side.

[kywaslost]

Heyy First time here, may I please request a teen (14-15) reader x platonic hawks

reader has a calm personality, very calm, and almost never gets nervous, and they is not a person of many words and they love read books and have dyslexia

Sorry if it doesn't make much sense or is too much.

Thanks! Have a nice day!!

Platonic Hawks x Calm Teen Reader

A/N: Hi! Thanks so much for requesting!

    When Endeavor recommended another student to Hawks for their work studies, he didn’t expect it to be you. He’d seen you around, you were good friends with Tokoyami, but you were also Shoto Todoroki’s twin. So of course Hawks agreed, immediately requesting you for his agency. Keigo had met your older siblings Natsuo and Feyumi, and he thought you’d be a lot like them. Or even like Shoto, so he was surprised when he first met you, and when he got to know you.

    Your very first night with him was a disaster. There was a mishap on a small villian attack, and a building had collapsed. You were struck by debris while fighting a villian, slicing open your forearm. By the time you had secured the villains, handed them over to the police, and found Hawks and Tokoyami again, there was blood everywhere. Down your arm, across your face, and everywhere else. Needless to say, Hawks and Tokoyami were petrified. You were so calm about it, but how could you be when you’d lost so much blood?!

    “Birdie, what the hell?” Hawks exclaimed as he rushed to you. “What happened?” He took your arm in his hands and observed it carefully.

    You shrugged. “I think debris hit me when the building collapsed.” You looked around. “Is there a paramedic nearby? I feel…” your words slurred as your eyes fluttered shut and your body fell forward. Tokoyami and Hawks both rushed to catch you, supporting your body weight as you blacked out. Tokoyami ripped off part of his uniform to use as a make-shift bandage for your arm as Hawks picked you up. 

    When you woke up in the hospital, Hawks was by your side. He expected you to wake up confused and panicked, but yet again, you beat his expectations. When you awoke, you looked around, then sighed.

    “When can I leave?” you asked quietly, sitting upright. “I don’t like hospitals, and I have a test on Monday.”

    The next time he saw you, you were sitting in his office. You were curled up in a chair, a book in your lap. Tokoyami was sitting in the chair next to yours. Hawks walked in and took a seat at his desk. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?”

    “We’re staying inside today, right?” Tokoyami asked. “To see what it’s like inside the agency?”

    “Yup,” Hawks answered. “It’s going to be a chill day. Y/N needs to heal, and we’ve been doing a lot the past few days.” He looked over to you in the chair. “What’cha reading, kiddo?”

    “(favorite book),” you muttered. 

    “That’s your third book this week,” Tokoyami pointed out.

    You merely shrugged. “I like to read.”

    “If you like to read so much, read these to me,” Hawks said, holding out a stack of papers. “I’m going to type up what you read.” He then muttered under his breath, “I should have done this two days ago.” You marked your spot in your book and then set it off to the side, taking the stack of papers from Hawks. 

    You read them aloud, struggling every now and then. You read numbers wrong, flip-flopping words, and overall confusing Hawks.

    “Honey, what is going on? I know you want to get back to your book but I need you to read these right,” Hawks sighed. “It’s only going to take longer if you keep messing around.”

    You looked at the man with a blank stare. “It’s not my fault,” you said calmly. “I’m dyslexic, bird brain.” Needless to say, Hawks left you alone after that.

    Keigo Takami loved having you around. You were a student of little words, but he never had to worry about you blowing up or getting nervous in tough situations. You happily proof-red his reports and he helped you correct your mistakes on your math when you wrote the numbers wrong. He was happy to have you around, and loved the peace and quiet you gave him. Nothing against everyone else, but sometimes it was nice to be with someone who didn’t constantly ask you questions or try to start a conversation.

[flamingo-writes]

Caught Fire – e.m.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is going to be a long list so brace yourselves! Or just skip to the fic fhnsdk

So, I started writing this on Sunday and it's Friday now. And kid you not, all of my free time from work I spent it here, planning, writing and editing this...I really poured a lot of effort here, so I hope you all like it.

Don't let the length of this fanfic intimidate you, I promise it's worth it. 15.6K words with a lot of story and emotions.

This fanfic is actually very personal to me, several of the things in this fanfic are based of memories from my high school with a few of my crushes dnhckjs

The title is based of How Can I resist by Heart. And I know, I have another fanfic based of this same song, but c'mon it's one f my all time favorite songs and I love the lyrics and I can see Eddie vibing to this song

Also, I want to give my lovely friend @storiesthatneedtobewritten bcs Em, you're awesome, and we've been fangirling about Eddie nonstop for the last few days. Em is also working on a Eddie fanfic! So keep an eye out for it!!

Summary: After a very interesting detention, Eddie can't help but think of his bad luck of having met you with the end of the schoolyear around the corner. Specially after your plans for college are so far away from Hawkins. The instant friendship soon had him smitten, and before he realized it, he was in love with you. With graduation closer and closer, things seem to simultaneously get perfect between the both of you, but also messy. The both of you screw up, and hurt each other in the process. And there's a decision Eddie has to make.

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug consumption, Eddie and the reader being idiots, angst, smut.

Genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, smut.

Word Count: 15.6K words

Taglist: @nightless @emotionaldreamer @totallynotkaibiased @kibumslatina @lonely-kermit @angelzone @random-fandom-900 @joukiworld @slightlyvicked

The detention room was always so…strangely, peacefully quiet. Sure, every time he was there after class, he felt the need to poke out his own eyes out of boredom, but this was perhaps the most at peace he found himself when he was at school. When it wasn’t D&D night, of course.

The usual handful of people were there. Mark, a guy who fell asleep in perhaps too many classes. Jessica who snapped back at a teacher or two. Some kid who’s name Eddie always forgot, caught copying the homework or perhaps a test. And the latest addition to the group, a freshman who had been caught more than once writing down stuff in the bathroom stalls and smoked inside the classroom. 

The bunch of misfits. An odd little family Eddie had grown to appreciate over the course of detention hours. 

Eddie completely ignored the sound of the door opening and closing as he had his arms crossed over the desk and his face buried in it. Caught in a slumbered state, not entirely asleep yet, he still heard light footsteps, deciding they were not worth his attention. Not yet, at least.

"Welcome. Sit down. Think about what you did, write an essay about it, and you better not write down that you’d do it again…" Ms. Phelps said.

Eddie, far past the point of caring and half awake state, knew it was someone who wasn’t usually in detention. And hearing Ms Phelps’s instructions, he noticed how for the last few years, barely anything had changed. Same speech, same instructions, and the same lack of interest for reading said essays. Same essays Eddie stopped writing a long time ago, since they didn’t matter. The time the clock struck 5 o’clock, they were off the hook.

He heard a groan, a sigh and finally a loud thud on the desk next to his. And finally, deciding it was worth to look up and see who it was, Eddie saw you. Your forehead was pressed against the table, as you frowned frustrated and resigned, your leg anxiously bouncing; and you seemed to be mumbling to yourself. He smirked amused. 

“Now, that’s a surprise…” He whispered, catching your attention as you opened your eyes and looked at him with panic devouring your eyes. “Welcome to the misfits” He said in a low deep voice, trying to get any form of reaction from you.

‘What a surprise,’ he thought. You, out of all people. He scanned you up and down, the look of a scared animal caught wandering where it shouldn’t was splattered all over your face. Your camera resting on the desk and the strap was wrapped around your hand, an outfit he thought was cute in philosophy class earlier that day, and the sweet smell of your perfume —a smell he always associated with vanilla cookies— reached his nostrils. 

The interest he already had on you seemed to spark. He always found you cute and thought your antiques were adorable. Far too quiet, far too polite, and definitely far too nice to frequent the social circles you did. However, it was part of who you were. And you were the school photographer, a member of the school newspaper. Meaning you were often around the socialite groups, the various sports teams, the cheerleaders, the popular kids…Which was why Eddie never really felt the need to approach you and talk to you. You belonged in another social group, despite your entire personality not exactly matching with the people you frequented. 

You didn’t exactly belong. And more than once Eddie thought those people kept you around mostly out of convenience. The better they get along with the school photographer, the more and better pictures of them make it to the paper. Symbiosis, if you will. You take the good pictures, they maintain your popularity.

“Thanks,” You replied awkwardly.

"Silence!” The teacher snapped, and you flinched. 

Eddie smirked amused, thinking you looked cute. Well…cuter when you flinched. He looked over at Ms Phelps as she soon got distracted in her magazine once more. Biting the tip of his tongue, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a notebook and opened it in the first blank page he found and took out a pen. 

As you continued to shake your leg anxiously, your eyes were glued to the clock on top of the blackboard. It was barely 3 pm, and the football game would start in half an hour. Nancy Wheeler was going to murder you for getting your ass in trouble and missing the big final, and not getting any pictures. You needed to get out of there, but Ms. Phelps had a reputation of being insufferable, and making an agreement was not an option. Even trying to picture the possible conversation with her, you were sure you’d end up crying out of the utter panic and Ms Phelps raising her voice at you. And the last thing you wanted was for everyone there to see you cry and beg.

You flinched again, as you caught Eddie sliding a folded piece of paper over your desk. He met your stare and gave you a cheeky wink as you grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded the whole page.

‘Fancy seeing you here,’ was written with messy yet nice looking handwriting. 

You sighed and looked at him. Something in his cheeky grin softened into a more genuine smile, as you actually felt some sort of odd comfort radiating from his dark eyes. Eddie with whom you’d perhaps exchanged a total of 7 phrases during the school year and lent him your notes one time he skipped class to go to a concert. You always admired his complete lack of fucks to give. And even found his laidback and usually chill attitude —mixed with his rockstar appearance— attractive. But you were slightly intimidated by him. 

You grabbed a pen from your backpack and wrote down your reply hoping he’d catch on your sarcasm.

‘You know, I’ve always had a fascination for rebellious acts against the system’

You folded the paper and handed it back to him. He picked it and read it, his smile spreading wider across his face as he appreciated your handwriting, far prettier and nicer to stare at than whatever his messy doctor handwriting was.

You watched him glance at you and then started writing. He passed you the note.

‘Ah, non conforming, I see…Good. I like you better now. Excuse my intrusive nose, but I can’t help but wonder why Hawkins High Photographer is stuck in the detention room, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. Did your journalist nature get you in trouble?’

Eddie noticed the way you smiled softly. Amused by his peculiar writing, you looked up again at him. He was glad that he had managed to make the terrified look in your eyes change. You looked back down and moved your pen at once.

‘Well, for starters, Nancy will be mad at me for not getting pics of the game that’s happening right now…And also, I punched Jason Carver in the jaw’ 

You handed him back the note as he looked at it. As his eyes went over your reply and he let a loud laugh escape his throat as he clapped his hands.

“Ah, marvellous!” He sang.

“Munson!” Ms. Phelps barked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry…” He sighed, raising his hands as he looked at the teacher and then leaned over his elbows over the desk, waiting for her to look back at her magazine before he started writing down his next reply.

‘You’ll have to tell me more about punching Jason…Do you wanna go to the game?’ Somehow, his voice was in your head as you read.

‘Well it’s not a matter whether I want to or not. I have to…But I can’t just leave here’ You replied.

‘I’ll cover you,’

After reading his reply, you looked over at him, slightly confused as he stretched his hand over to your desk and snatched the piece of paper back, wrinkling in his palm as he winked at you and stood up from his desk rather loudly. 

“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing, Munson?” The teacher asked, he shrugged in a silent reply.

“I didn’t like the way my regretful speech was turning, that’s all…” He said as he stood by the teacher's desk and tossed the paper on the bin. “What?” 

“Were you really writing the essay?” Ms Phelps raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“If you don’t believe me, read it” He said confidently, making your heart race as you could see the horror unfold before your eyes as you wondered if Ms Phelps would actually grab the piece of paper and read it. 

But she didn’t. She limited herself to stare at Eddie, her small eyes squinting, almost disappearing from her face. 

“You’re up to something…” She said, making Eddie chuckle. 

“Must I always have a master plan behind everything I do? Am I not just free to do things for the sake of it?” He asked with his sarcastic smirk on his face.

“You speak far too eloquently for someone who keeps repeating senior year…”

“I’m going to pretend like that wasn’t an insult in disguise and instead take it as a compliment because you called me eloquent. I spend a lot of time reading. Besides, it’s but a single class the one I’m struggling with, the rest I know the lectures almost by heart now…” His smile grew into a toothy proud smirk. 

Eddie avoided looking up at you to draw any suspicion. And as the teacher continued to bicker with him, you very silently grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door, slowly pushing it open and closing it very slowly.

Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t spend the rest of his afternoon thinking of you. Not in a dreamy kid with a crush kind of way. He thought about you in general. And how despite most of the people in the school paper being for the most part tacky and conceited, you remained very humble. 

The next day, very much to his displeasure, you two didn’t share any classes that day. He would’ve liked to see you and talk to you, but looking around school or keeping his eyes wide open while walking down the halls was too much effort.

“Hey, Ed. Hawkins High journalist 6 o’clock…” Dustin whispered upon noticing you awkwardly approaching their table.

You had your binder pressed against your chest as you shyly walked closer to them, camera hanging from your shoulder and your backpack from the other one.

Eddie sat up straight and turned around. His gaze turned into a confident smile. Your entire look was adorable, he had to admit. He stood up and gently bowed, offering you the seat next to him.

“Oh, well, well, well…The rebellious princess is blessing us with her presence…” He said as you smiled shyly and sat between him and Dustin.

“What a weird way to say hello” You giggled putting your binder and camera over the table.

“I’m not the school freak for nothing, babe” He smirked. “What do we owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to thank you for helping me out yesterday,” You said looking at him with a genuine smile and sparkly eyes. “I managed to get to the game on time, took a few pics, didn’t get murdered by Nancy…And all thanks to you…” You said as the rest of the Hellfire Club exchanged stares, slightly confused. "I am indebted to you, and I’ll gladly buy you lunch someday, or a drink or whatever…”

“I’m glad I could help…” He smirked. “I’ll take your word on lunch someday, sweetheart”

 It seemed like since that day, Eddie and you became friends. And over the course of the week you went from waving and smiling at each other when you walked across each other in the halls, to stopping at the sight of the other to exchange a few words or questions “What class you’ve got next?” “Hey, can I borrow your calculator?” “Mr Owens is in a mood today, make sure to not say anything stupid nor too sarcastic”. People started giving you weird looks when they noticed you and Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson started interacting more and more. Especially when you went from knowing the other exists to actually talking outside the school, in the parking lot, by your locker. And all over the course of a week and a half. 

Two weeks after your detention incident, you finally took Eddie out for lunch to thank him for what he did. You two went to a Chinese restaurant  by the mall one Thursday afternoon after school, you would’ve gone on a Friday, but Eddie had told you Fridays were Hellfire days. And not wanting to disrespect your newfound golden friendship, you decided to go on Thursday instead. 

“I hate this,” You giggled as you kept trying to hold some of your rice with your chopsticks and it kept falling and falling. 

“This was your idea, baby” He giggled as he  effortlessly grabbed some rice from your bowl and pulled his chopsticks up to your mouth. 

“You’re so good at this, it’s unfair” You giggled as you took the bite he offered you and blushed at the realisation that he had fed you. “How do you do it?” You murmured with your cheeks stuffed with rice.

“I’ve got a few hidden talents. Between playing guitar and painting miniatures, you learn how to carefully handle things…” He said as he then grabbed a piece of chicken and ate it. 

“You’re so incredibly artistic, Ed…Have you noticed that?” You sighed.

“I mean, I do want to become a musician…”

“No, not just that…” You said. “You paint your miniatures, and actually do a very good job at it, you play the guitar, you’ve said you write lyrics too, right? And you  not only design maps but plan these adventures for Hellfire. You’re insanely creative, Eddie!” You gasped.

The enthusiasm in your voice made his cheeks heat up and his heart skip a beat. Not really used to being flattered like that. Or in any way that wasn’t playing his guitar or while playing his role as Dungeon Master. And here you were recalling all the things he took for granted and as a part of his daily routine and made him realise how indeed, all those things required more creativity and talent than the average person had. 

“So me being a nerd is artistic?” He chuckled.

“Not all nerds are. But the very specific kind of nerd you are, yeah…” 

“Thanks, I guess…” He smiled, feeling the heat clinging to his cheeks. 

“I mean it. All these little things you do, they’re amazing, I swear. Too bad not everyone gets to realise this…” You sighed, “Artists are always under appreciated”

Eddie looked at you with a new found intrigue. His heart suddenly beating loudly in his chest as your big wide eyes met his and you smiled. He felt his heart being pierced with an arrow. The kind looks you gave him, your gentle and overall soft demeanour, and your clear appreciation of who he was…Rarely people gave him a chance, and those who did were soon surprised with how Eddie wasn’t the mean and scary person everyone took him for. But there was something different about the way you treated him, like you’d never really cared about the things people had to say about him, like he wasn’t a freak, like you were genuinely curious of who he was as a person and you weren’t enduring an interaction with him like it happened when someone bought drugs off of him. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon together just talking and getting to know each other better. At least until 9 o’clock when he drove you home. A little bit too early for his taste, but you had insisted.

“My dad and his stupid 9 pm curfew, I’m sorry…” You sighed. 

“I mean, we can at least still talk and hang out, right?” He asked. 

“Yeah, of course…Let me just go inside and tell my parents I’m back and that we’re going to be out here…” You said as you hopped down his van. 

He watched you leave as he got down himself and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag. His thoughts circled around everything that had happened. Especially the way you smiled at him and told him you thought he was incredibly artistic. Even the memory tickled his belly and made his heart squeeze as he thought he was done for. He watched you go out and walk to the edge of the sidewalk and sit down, patting the free space next to you, inviting him to sit with you. He chuckled and walked towards you, noticing the curtains from the large window next to the door move and someone peeking out. Eddie instinctively waved, and whoever it was waved back, as you turned around to see. 

“Oh, that’s my dad…” You replied and looked back at Eddie. 

And just like that, the curtains fell once more behind the glass. 

From then on, the friendship bloomed. Eddie was not only easy to talk to, but something about his unhinged and spontaneous personality drew you in like a moth to light. Once Eddie managed to get over your shy facade, he was pleased to learn that your hidden playfulness matched his perfectly. Only perpetuating the feelings Eddie was growing over you. 

Even, in an attempt to spend more and more time with you, he agreed to study with you and even hang out in the afternoons and do homework together, helping each other out if needed. This was such a new thing for Eddie, he even found himself enjoying these little study dates. Sure, he still disliked sitting down and studying, but your company sure made it bearable. That and the focused look in your eyes when you concentrated, or how passionate you got when you were explaining something to him took his breath away. 

As the finals were drawing closer and closer you spent more and more time together, studying and catching up on homework. And one particular day, you were in his trailer, specifically in the living room sitting on the floor with your books and notes lying all around as you were explaining something to him about biology. Eddie entranced with your voice and hands moving around, he even had a small smile on his face. 

The door swung open slowly as Eddie’s uncle walked inside and found the both of you there. The scene was instantly surprising as it was clear that you two were studying. Eddie was studying. 

“Oh, you’re early…” Eddie sighed as he looked at his uncle and stood up, stretching lightly before offering you a hand and helping you up. “Hun, this is my uncle, the one and only Wayne Munson” He said and then turned at Wayne and called your name no loud and clear. “My dearest friend, companion I’d say partner in crime, but she’s too sweet for that…” 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson…” You said gazing at him.

“Oh dear, drop the formality. You can call me Wayne, it’s alright” He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re studying, now that’s new…” Wayne joked. 

“Oh yeah, she’s Ms Good Influence in my life now…She convinced me to study…” Eddie teased as you giggled and watched him attentively. 

Something in Eddie’s demeanour changed when Wayne arrived. Not new walls building, but quite the opposite. Not like you, you would’ve gotten slightly tense if your mother had arrived home to find the both of you studying. Eddie bickered with his uncle back and forth for a while, teasing and joking between them as you noticed a look in his dark eyes. Eddie’s dark eyes sparkling with something too beautiful and too peaceful. You wondered how close those two were. Sure, Eddie rarely talked about his parents, talked a few things about his uncle, and something you knew to be true was that the old man worked for most of the day, and every so often he had night shifts. But from the way Eddie was looking at him, you could tell Eddie appreciated him far more than he concealed with words.  Your heart melted and wished someone looked at you the way he looked at his uncle, with so much unconditional love. You even wished Eddie looked at you that same way.

“We bought pizza for lunch earlier. There’s still some left in the fridge if you want…” Eddie said as he returned to the living room where you were, looking at him with melting eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” You purred.

The sweet tone of your voice and the cute smile you gave him made his heart skip a beat and wonder what did he do to get such a reaction from you? He’d do it again.

“Thanks, kiddo” Wayne said opening the fridge. 

“Sure, no problem,” Eddie replied looking back at Wayne as he sat next to you on the couch. 

“Wanna take a break from studying?” You yawned. 

“Oh finally! Yes!” Eddie giggled as you felt his smile warming up your cheeks. 

With every passing day. The friendship seemed to grow stronger and stronger. The two of you becoming two peas of a pod, getting used to each other’s antiques, likes and dislikes. Adapting into a comfortable routine where you spent a considerable amount of time outside of school together. Eventually, you got over your slight fear of rejection, and asked him if you could take pictures of him. His flamboyant and dramatic demeanour allowed you to take great pictures of him.

And since, Eddie became your favourite subject to follow around and photograph. You had gathered a small collection of pictures that looked staged, but in reality, those were Eddie being Eddie. You got a chance to take a picture of Eddie walking over one of the cafeteria tables, staring at everyone from above, like a cat gazing over what was his territory. Eddie playing his guitar at the back of his van with a joint between his lips, Eddie dramatically sitting on the armrest of his famous throne in the classroom they used for Hellfire campaigns, even his DM screen and set up looked fascinating in their own way. 

But your favourite picture was one in which he was doing nothing but relaxing on one of the stone benches outside the school. The both of you were skipping your 7th period of the day on a Friday that was far too close to the summer and graduation. It was hard to concentrate in class by this point, even the teachers were starting to savour the end of the school year. So, skipping a class or two wouldn’t hurt anyone, nor the teachers would care. He was lying on the stone bench. The tree above you keeping the both of you fresh, despite the unbearable heat. His chest rising and falling slowly as you sometimes thought he had fallen asleep, at least until you noticed his foot moving to the rhythm of whatever he was listening to on his Walkman with the headphones on his head. His messy hair spread and falling down the stone bench. His black Dio shirt matching the slightly faded ink in his sun kissed skin. 

You saw the entire scene and quickly pulled your camera, taking a picture. And it wasn’t until you heard the click of your camera that the penny dropped. The sudden rush in your heartbeat when you saw Eddie so relaxed on that bench wasn’t just because you had found a beautiful scene to capture in your camera. You found him beautiful and attractive on his own. But you realised how your crush  on him wasn’t just a crush. A blush spread through your cheeks as you looked up from your camera and stared at Eddie once more, taking in the little details in his face, his neck, his chest, his hands gently resting over his stomach. 

"You good?” His sleepy voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Ah ye-yeah…” You stuttered as you met his eyes briefly and looked away feeling all too flustered. “I took a picture, that’s all…”

“Really?”

“You looked too relaxed…And not threatening nor intimidating at all” you joked as you gazed back at him and watched him crack a smile. 

“Oh no,” He joked. “You better keep that to yourself, people can’t be seeing me being vulnerable” He smirked.

You stared at him with a gentle smile spreading on your face, looking at him with a new found adoration. Something about his comment made your chest warm up. Perhaps that he trusted you enough to admit that he had let his guard down with you around. Or that you kept the picture… most of the pictures you took of him, you’d let him keep them. Just kept a few for your own portfolio for college. 

“Eddie…” You whispered as he looked at you and took off his headphones. 

“Tell me, sweetheart”

“What are you doing after graduation?” You murmured, already knowing he wanted to do something with his music, but never really went into an actual explanation of whatever he planned. If he even was in the first place.

“Finally someone has faith in me!” He said dramatically, referring to his slim chances of passing Ms. O’Donnell’s final. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Perhaps play my guitar somewhere…why?” 

You felt a rather painful squeeze in your chest as you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

“I…got the acceptance letter back from the college…in Indianapolis…” You said without saying anything else, letting him fill in the blanks. 

His eyes widened in surprise as he sat up and fell to the grass in front of you. 

“Oh hey, that’s great, darling!” He said excitedly as he cupped your face in his hands and brought you closer, hugging you. “I told you your little nerdy brain could get anywhere you wanted!” 

“Yeah…Thing is…I,” You stuttered breaking the hug “Well, I also got another one back…From a college I applied to in New York…” 

His smile faded slightly, as he looked at you. Puzzled at first, not believing for a second what he had heard as he thought of the chances of you leaving Indiana to go to a place like New York. Far away from Hawkins. Far away from him.

“New York? That’s far away!” He chuckled awkwardly.

“It is! But my brother is currently there, in law school…So, I told him if I could move in with him in his apartment and he said yes…” You explained, not sure exactly what you were trying to accomplish.

“That is amazing, love…” He whispered looking at you tenderly “I mean, it’s a bit sad that you’re going to leave me but, I’m proud of you, babe…" He said smiling at you, although he felt a sting in his chest. "Come visit from time to time…I’m sure going to miss you as hell…" His voice faded.

You stared into his eyes and smiled. Such a beautiful smile, Eddie thought. A smile he wanted to forever carve in his memory. Against his conscious mind, his arm reached out for you again and brought you close for another hug as you wrapped your arms around him at once and melted against his embrace, taking in the familiar smell of Eddie’s cologne and cigarette smoke.

—

As the summer drew closer, you spent more and more time together. Studying for finals and especially helping Eddie with the classes he struggled with the most. Sometimes at his place. Sometimes at yours. Sometimes it was the school library. And even the back of his van. This was when people started talking the most about the odd closeness the two of you shared. 

Being in the school paper meant you were in a lot of social events, interacted with a lot of people, and being the photographer, people had to be nice to you. You held so much power without realising it, since you could decide which photos to use, and how many times were you willing to take people’s pictures. So everyone in school, if they wanted to look good in the paper, they had to kiss your ass. However, the genuine desire to be nice to you or to ask you to sit with the popular groups wasn’t exactly there. You knew this, but didn’t really give a shit. 

And now the photographer was hanging out with the freak. Not only hanging out. Rumours spread like wildfire after one time someone saw you two at the back of his van, the van parked on a popular viewpoint where normally couples went. However, the both of you were mostly studying with the door wide open. Eddie needed to constantly change locations or else he’d grow bored and restless and studying became impossible. And this viewpoint was your latest idea as you studied. 

But people didn’t know that. 

People simply saw you at the famous viewpoint. The two of you spent several hours there doing god knows what. And the next thing everyone knows is, you’re hugging Eddie, in the middle of the hall as he is spinning on his toes. A truly adorable scene…if it wasn’t the freaks. Or at least many people thought. 

But you didn’t care. You were more focused on celebrating Eddie’s B+ in Mrs. O’Donell’s final. The one class Eddie needed  to pass. And the exam you studied for the most, even to the point of Eddie begging you to study something else. But all the studying had gotten Eddie far more than the D he needed. He had gotten a B+ and he was as ecstatic as you were. Thanking you over and over as he hugged you, spinning on his toes as you clung to him celebrating as well. 

“Eddie! Oh my god! That’s insane! I’m so proud of you!” You giggled as you buried your face in his neck as he spun you around celebrating. 

As he set you down and broke the hug, he dramatically bowed to you. 

“I will forever be in your debt, oh your glorious highnesses” He said, making you giggle. 

“Just buy me lunch sometime and we’ll be even” You giggled.

That night, as he drove you back home at the usual ridiculously early curfew your father set, he parked in front of your house. You’d gone to the arcade and spent the afternoon trying to beat as many high scores as possible, competing between the both of you. And on the ride back home, you found one of the many D20 bouncing around in the cup holder of his van, and grabbed it and played with it in your palm for the entirety of the ride. As you say your goodbyes and as you were about to go inside your house, you stopped on your tracks and hopped back to his van. 

“What’s up?” He asked once you opened the door and you returned the D20 to the cup holder. 

“I was about to kidnap this little guy” You said, making Eddie chuckle as he grabbed it and handed it back to you. 

“No, keep it” He said, smiling softly at you. “Think of this as a piece of me…” 

“Ed–“

“This used to be any other D20, like the other eight I have lying around somewhere in this same van…” He chuckled. “Now it’s yours. Keep it safe for me, yeah?” The smile he gave you was to die for as you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“So dramatic…” You chuckled, as he smirked. 

“A token of my trust, my gratitude, even a piece of my heart of you will,” He joked, playing along and moving his hands in a dramatic gesture. 

“Alright then, Eddie The Freak Munson…” You chuckled. “Good night,” You purred as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek before sprinting out of his van and running towards your house. 

If you had stayed for two more seconds, Eddie would’ve seized his chance and would’ve kissed you right there and then. Although the flip his heart made and excitement rushed through his body, soon he felt the gloom washing over him, reminding him that you had your days in Hawkins jumbered. And with every passing day, you were closer and closer to leaving to New York, making him feel slightly bitter, and even sorry that he didn’t get to meet you before. You had spent almost four years there, and him six, and he had to meet you after you returned from Spring Break. 

Just like every end of term, there was a party where pretty much everyone was invited and everyone attended. Even him, although he went more as a business trip, selling joints and weed to people at the party, and also because you’d told him you were going to be there. However, you were nowhere to be seen yet, and he came across Chrissy Cunningham. The sweet little cheerleader he had the pleasure of making a drug deal shortly before Spring Break. And most likely, the girl to steal his heart if you hadn’t come around exactly two weeks after his drug deal with Chrissy. He had felt that romantic curiosity and attraction towards her when they first talked in the woods, but that was before you came along. However, some sort of residual feelings were still there. 

After you returned from taking a couple of photos of the basketball team, you returned inside the house. Hearing from the team they were trying to cheer Jason up, you wondered what had happened, but not enough to ask. Truth was, you didn’t really care about what  happened with Jason. Since that time he tried to get his way with you and you punched him in the face—which got you into the detention in which you properly met Eddie—, and you thought perhaps Chrissy had opened up her eyes and realised Jason wasn’t the best guy for her. 

But boy, you weren’t actually expecting Chrissy to realise not just that, but seeing her talking to Eddie made something in your heart twist and turn painfully, And the worst part it wasn’t that you were the only one seeing it. People were also talking about how close Eddie was talking to Chrissy. His silhouette towering right next to her, leaning closer to her, talking into her ear. People around you were saying how Chrissy only needed a few hours to get over her breakup with Jason to move on to none other than Eddie, The Freak. Her wide eyes looking at him curiously, as Eddie’s charming smile shone down on her. 

You felt dizzy. You felt nauseous. If it wasn’t for the fact that you hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet, you’d perhaps believe you were drunk. Light headed, and suddenly the earth spinning faster than ever, you would’ve believed you were drunk. You hung your camera around your neck and spun on your toes and went to the kitchen to get a drink. 

“So much for a piece of your heart…” You whispered bitterly, as you felt the weight of the D20 in your pocket suddenly weighing fifty times more than it should. 

As you grabbed a can of beer and opened it, you wasted no time and drank half of it in one go, hoping that the bitter and gross taste of beer washed away the bad taste seeing Eddie flirting with Chrissy left in your mouth. 

“Whoa, someone’s here to get wasted!” You recognized Bradley’s voice as you put down the can. 

You stared at him and waved hello. Tall, tanned, charming smile and cheeky eyes looked down at you as you wondered how much could a person change with just an outfit. 

“You look so different without your football uniform…” You said, smiling at him. 

“I look good, though, right?” He smirked as you rolled your eyes sarcastically. 

“You always look good, Brad. Or so all the girls at school say…” You replied, not really meaning anything of what you had said. Sure, Bradley was attractive, but he wasn’t your type by any means.

The rest of your beer soon disappeared. And so did the next two, three cans of beer. And the night became blurry with colours that looked all too saturated. Music seemed to barely last, as you weren’t sure anymore of what was happening. All you knew was that you were trying to forget about the image of Chrissy and Eddie, which was going great at first. Until you caught a glimpse of them making out by a corner of the house. The nausea clung to your throat and your eyes blurred with tears as another two cans of beer made it past your lips as if they were water. As you were actually growing fond of the taste of it, your head didn’t. You danced, you blended in with the popular crowd for the first time in all of your high school years, you swore you kissed lips that tasted like cigarettes and weed, and in a poor taste joke, your mind envisioned Eddie, but only made the ache in your heart worse as you pulled away, only to find Brad holding you by the waist. 

You had gotten drunk before, a few times, but never like this. God, your parents were going to kill you. You were lost. Drowned in alcohol, and yet, the fear of your consequences sobered you enough to make you leave the dance floor and Bradley, telling him you needed some fresh air. Walking out of the house, you dragged your feet, fighting to keep your balance until you made it to the small park across the street and grabbed one of the swing seats and sat down, looking at the ground, feeling your stomach threatening you to barf all the excess beer filling your empty stomach. 

“Shit…” You groaned, as you closed your eyes, resigned that sooner or later it was going to happen. 

As Eddie walked out of the house with a victorious smile and a giggly Chrissy with her arm around his waist and his around her shoulders, they headed to his van. Slightly disappointed that he never got to see you, but at the same time grateful. Things with Chrissy wouldn’t have happened the way they did if you were there. If you’d been there, his attention would’ve been solely on you. 

However, his euphoric little state didn’t last long as he recognized you at the distance, when he opened the copilot seat for Chrissy to get inside. His stomach turned stone cold.

“Shit,” He purred. 

“What’s wrong?” Chrissy asked curiously as she followed his eyes across the street and looked at the park. 

“Give me a minute. Stay in the car, I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?” He purred softly, as he thought about kissing her forehead, but he didn’t. 

He didn’t and he knew why. Eddie watched Chrissy get in the van and he closed the door before jogging across the street and into the park as he walked up to you, calling your name as you flinched and looked up. 

“Oh, shit. Hi…“ You groaned and looked back down. “Hello…”

“You came…” Eddie said confused.

“Yeah. I told you I would…” You sighed as he sat on the swing seat next to yours and rubbed your back. “Ed, I’m so drunk, this is ridiculous…”

“Yeah, I was going to say you stink like the guys who usually watch us play on Tuesdays…” Eddie purred. 

“Ha! That’s a good one…” You purred.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I’m stupid, that’s what happened…” Eddie frowned at the way your voice bitterly spat your reply. 

“Hey, come on, don’t talk like that…” He whispered. “Let’s take you home,”

“N-no…I ca-can’t get home like this…Eddie, please…”

“What do you suggest I do?”

“Oh god, I don’t know…” You sighed deeply. You slid off the swing seat and fell to the grass. “How much of a bad idea is it to stay here?”

“Awful. C’mon…” Eddie said standing up and offering you a helping hand as he took a deep breath. 

“Where are we going?” You muttered as you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up and you clung to him, feeling like the earth was spinning a thousand miles a second. “Oh god…” You muttered. “Sorry…” 

“No, it’s okay…” He whispered. “I’m taking you to my place…” 

Eddie’s plans of taking Chrissy to his place changed as soon as he saw you completely wasted, saying you couldn’t go back home. And he didn’t even feel conflicted about making such a decision. Seeing you like that made his heart break as he knew something had happened for you to end up like that. And in a heartbeat, he made the decision to watch over you rather than getting lucky with Chrissy. As he guided you to his van, he slid open the backseat’s door and guided you inside. 

“Dude, the back seat…?” You asked confused as you looked over and saw Chrissy on the co pilot's seat as she waved shyly at you. “Oh, hi, Chrissy..,” You hiccuped. “What a-are…Oh–, shit, I’m sorry…” you mumbled as your drunken brain managed to put two and two together. “Ah fuck, I’m so sorry. You look very pretty though…Hi Chrissy…” 

As Eddie slid into the driver’s seat, he felt his chest tight at the way you dragged your tongue with every word. Reminding him of how he was making out with another girl who wasn’t the girl he so desperately wanted to kiss. And having both of them there made him tense. 

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t leave her there…” Eddie muttered slightly embarrassed. “Mind if I drive you home? I need to sober her up before dropping her home…” Eddie lied.

“Oh, don’t worry..,you two are best friends, right?” Chrissy asked.

“God, the best! Eddie is…” you sighed as you lied down. “The absolute best guy you can find…”

Your words only made Eddie’s chest tighter and tighter. Chrissy giggled. 

“Really?” 

“Oh really!” You said sitting up and leaning closer to the front seats. “He’s so fun and chill to hang around…Hella smart even though he says he isn’t…”

“Jesus, you sure are drunk…” Eddie chuckled uncomfortably. 

“No, no…I mean, yeah, I’m drunk. But I mean those things! I mean, I’m drunk, I can’t lie if you ask me anything right now…”

“Honey, you are such a terrible liar, even when sober” Eddie said as you chuckled. 

“Hmm, that’s true…” You whispered and laid back down. “I’m sorry for ruining your night guys…” You whispered, your cheerful voice soon dissipating and lowering. 

“Don’t worry, I actually think it’s very nice that you’re going to watch over her…” Chrissy said. 

“I tell you! Eddie has a heart of gold…” You sighed. 

Eddie looked over at the mirror, looking at you on the passenger's seat. He also felt Chrissy’s sweet stare on him as he felt ashamed to look over at her. 

"I love you, Eds,” You yawned, stretching your hand towards him and gently patted his head, as Chrissy giggled at the cute gesture. Eddie’s throat closed as he clenched his jaw. 

“Me too, dude” He said, biting the tip of his tongue as he didn’t know why he dropped that pet name out of all the things he used to call you. 

Was it because Chrissy was there? He didn’t want to blow off his narrowing chances with Chrissy. And at the same time, he felt like an asshole for doing that to you. Especially in such a vulnerable state, after you just said nice things about him. 

As Chrissy guided him to her place, he parked outside her house and rushed out of the van to open her door for her and walked her to the door. Chrissy stopped and pulled her keys out before swinging on her toes and looked at Eddie with a smile as she stood on her top toes and pecked him. 

“I know this didn’t end like you wanted, but I think it’s very sweet that you take care of her…As you should…” She gave him such a genuine and radiant smile it made Eddie feel guilty. “Someone else would’ve let their friend there if they were on their way to take someone else to their place…” She said, making it clear that she knew where Eddie was going to take her and why. 

“Yeah, well…she’s important to me…” Eddie sighed, his own oversimplification of your friendship hurting him. 

“I can tell. I’m even slightly jealous…I wish I had someone who looked out for me the way you do with her…” Chrissy said, only adding to the piling guilt in his gut. “Anyways, see you on Monday?” 

“Yeah…” He purred. 

“Goodnight, Eddie…” She purred as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought him close to her for a slow kiss. 

He groaned softly in surprise as he kissed her back. Her lips suddenly tasted bitter as he placed his hands in her waist. A part of his brain too painfully aware that you were passed out in his van, and another part of his brain imagining he was kissing you instead. 

“Goodnight…” He purred softly as he broke the kiss, his heart beating in his throat making him nauseous.

If you were being honest, the last memory you had from that night was when you first sat down in that swing seat. Everything else that happened afterwards was one big black out. You remembered everything before that point. 

And you spent the entirety of the Sunday in Eddie’s trailer. He watched over you, helped you with your hangover and told you a little bit of what happened after he found you in the swing seat. You called your parents and told them you crashed over at a friends place because your friend was the one passed out drunk and you were going to take care of them. That was Eddie’s idea to keep you off trouble. 

That was such a weird day. 

You told him you saw him and Chrissy kissing. He said he was originally selling her a few joints and one thing left to the other. You didn’t tell him why you had gotten so drunk, you simply said you had hardly eaten that day and that was it. You told him you made out with someone but couldn’t remember who was it, Eddie told you it had been Bradley Walsh. And other than that, you didn’t talk much. 

After a very needed shower, you spent the rest of the day in his bed. The both of you cuddled, napping, your legs tangled or your hands entwined the entire time. The both of you felt oddly hurting, and staying cuddled next to each other was both comforting and torturous. 

Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about how he kissed Chrissy in an attempt to use her as a rebound. He felt grossed out by himself. Only to realize that when put together, he’d choose you a million times. You in the other hand felt insanely guilty. You had made out with Brad because you were being petty and couldn’t stand the sight of Chrissy and Eddie kissing. 

The desire to hold on to each other and kiss each other was growing as the afternoon progressed, making the tension between you two more and more uncomfortable. But neither of you knew, or at least refused to believe, that your feelings for each other weren’t as one sided as you both believed them to be. And at the same time, the fear of actually losing the wonderful friendship you’d found a few months ago would go to waste with a single kiss. And if it didn’t, your departure to New York would definitely break both of your hearts. Either way, not addressing the situation seemed like a far better idea at the moment.

After he drove you home, you only felt your heart breaking further and further. The comfort of being in Eddie’s bed, between his arms, his slow breathing next to yours and his chest next to yours was drifting away with every mile you drove further from the trailer park. And when he walked you to the door, he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, love” He purred before he walked back to his van. 

Despite your Sunday with Eddie, you still felt uncomfortable every time you saw Chrissy. Specially when she looked at you, waved, asked how you were doing and if you’d seen Eddie. The fact that she was looking for Eddie made your stomach twist and your appetite got lost completely. 

“He’s perhaps at the usual table of the Hellfire Club?” You wondered. 

And with that, she was gone. You went in about your day and spent some time in the newspaper classroom printing your last photos to get them ready for the last issue of the school year. A few pictures of Eddie were there, only making the uncomfortable hole in your chest ache more. Once you were done, you went to the cafeteria and walked towards your friends in Hellfire, noticing Eddie wasn’t there. 

“Where’s Ed?” You asked in a soft whisper, not sure you wanted to hear the answer. 

"I saw him walking to his usual dealing spot with Cunningham…” Garett said. 

You clenched your jaw and nodded. 

“I see. Well, thanks guys, see you around..,” You sighed and walked away.

Dustin and Mike exchanged concerned stares. Noticing the way your slouched shoulders hid your head. The distant stare, and over all cold behaviour. You were normally so laid back and talkative. This time you simply made a question and with that you were gone. Along with the rumours, everyone was exchanging in the halls about what had happened in Aaron’s party. 

Thinking you and Eddie were more than meant to be, Dustin and Mike did feel worried regarding those rumours. You two were always together, we’re constantly flirty with each other, and suddenly, he was making out with Chrissy and seeing leaving the party with her. And you were seen making out with Brad. What exactly had happened in that party, they didn't know. Eddie too was acting odd that day. Quieter than usual, and he was seen quite a lot with Chrissy. 

After having finished their lunch, they decided to explore the school grounds searching for you. And when they finally did, you were sitting underneath a tree, resting against it, with your eyes closed and a very tired look on your face.

“Excited that you’re finally graduating this Friday?” Dustin asked with a feigned chuckle as you opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“Yeah, I guess…” You muttered smiling at them. 

“I thought you’d be looking a bit happier…” Dustin added. 

“Mind if we sit with you for a bit?” Mike asked, you shrugged and patted the grass next to you. 

“Be my guest, guys…My grass is your grass…” You said with a smile, not reaching your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked sitting next to you, bumping his boney shoulder next to yours, you sighed and rested your head against it, closing your eyes, fighting the urge to cry. 

“Life’s scary, Mike…” You sighed. “College is scary, adult life is scary too…” Your voice died out. 

“Are you seriously okay?” Dustin asked sitting in front of you. 

You chuckled bitterly and opened your eyes, revealing your tearful stare to him. 

“No, not really…” 

“What’s the matter?” Dustin asked. 

“You know you can trust us, right? I mean, we’re not the closest of friends but…We do consider you our friend. Everyone at Hellfire…” Mike said looking at you as you lifted your head from his shoulder and cleaned the tears slipping down your face. 

“Thank you. Mike…” You whispered. 

“Did you and Eddie have a fight or something?” Dustin inquired. 

“Why would you assume this has anything to do with Eddie?” You said With a bitter chuckle as your eyes continued to tear up exposing the truth of Dustin’s assumptions.

“You…like him…don’t you?” Dustin guessed.

“What?” You barked.

 “Ah I-I mean…sometimes we had the impression that you…liked him? You know? But I–we know you two are best friends…” Mike quickly intervened. 

Sighing deeply, you let your head fall back against the tree. Your eyes shut closed, as you felt them get even more tearful and several tears even fell down your closed eyes. Mike and Dustin exchanged worried stares, not sure how to help or what to say even. 

“So is it that obvious?” You purred.

“So you…really like him? Like…like him?” Mike asked. 

“Yes, Mike. I like him. A fucking lot, actually…” You hissed, refusing to open your eyes. 

“So…I guess you heard…” Dustin muttered. 

“What exactly?” You whispered, swallowing the knot in your throat. 

“I-I…I bet it’s just some stupid rumor…” Dustin stuttered. “I-I bet it’s…not even real…”

“Cut the chase, Dust…Please”

“Eddie and Chrissy kissed…But…Eddie told us she was trying to get her mind off Jason…they broke up earlier that day…And he said he had seen you with Bradley and…”

“Dustin, if Eddie told you himself then it’s not a rumour…” You snapped, finally opening your eyes and meeting his worried stare. “He kissed Chrissy, big deal. I kissed Brad…We’re both mature enough to deal with it, Dust…”

“Well…it doesn’t seem like it…” He whispered.

“Look, we’re worried because both Eddie and you have been acting weird the entire day. And not just that…When Eddie told us about Brad, he seemed pretty pissed about Brad kissing you…” Mike called your name. “You do realise that Eddie has feelings for you too, right? Of course he’s going to be pi—“

“What did you say?” You cut him off.

“That Eddie has feelings for you?”

“Oh my god, the both of you really are very blind or incredibly stupid,” You frowned at Dustin’s remark. “Eddie has feelings for you. He got mad at Brad for kissing you. It made him jealous which was why he kissed Chrissy!” 

“Did he tell you that?” You asked.

“No, but it’s not hard to deduce, Jesus. Seeing the both of you pinning for each other is actually very painful…” Dustin scoffed. 

The rest of your day at school, Dustin’s words kept circling your mind, dragging you deeper and deeper into the same thought spiral. Although there was something that didn’t add up. You had seen Eddie and Chrissy making out before you even kissed Brad. However, if what Dustin had said was true, then the day you spent hangover at Eddie’s place was nothing but bittersweet torture not only for you but for him too. Thinking you could’ve finally confessed your feelings for him and perhaps make things better. Perhaps, if that had happened, you’d be with him instead of Chrissy. 

An arm around your shoulders snapped you out of your thoughts abruptly as you flinched and looked over your shoulder to find Bradly next to you. 

“Got any plans for today?” Brad asked cheerfully as you glanced over at him “I’ve got to admit, I didn’t expect the little photographer to be such a good kisser…” He purred leaning closer to you.

“Jesus, Brad. Get away from me…I was drunk, I thought you knew how this worked. You make out with someone at a party, you move on” You said gently pushing him away from you.

 “Not every day I get hard from just a kiss” He purred against your ear, making you shiver and glared at him. 

“Gross dude…” You groaned and pushed him away from you once again “Not interested…Sorry”

“Oh seriously, are you still head over heels for that freak! Even after what he did?” He snapped as you stopped dead on your tracks. 

Turning around you glared at him. Not sure as to what he meant exactly.

“He left the party with Chrissy, people saw them making out, and then, they were leaving. Together,” 

You knew Eddie had dropped Chrissy at her place, because you were with them. You had woken up in Eddie’s bedroom, and Eddie had slept in the living room. Sure, Eddie and Chrissy kissed, but nothing else happened between them. At least not that night.

“Fuck off, Brad” You hissed not really caring what he had to say or thing about it as you were ready to leave when he dared to talk again.

 “Seriously, what’s with that guy? Why is suddenly everyone interested in him? He’s poor and a stupid freak who holds satanic cults and thinks he’s better than everyone else—“

“You just resent him because the girl who gave you a boner actually wants him. And apparently now Chrissy Cunningham’s after him too!” You snapped interrupting him as you spun on your toes once more and gave him a cold stare “You’re pathetic, Brad…Like talking shit about my best friend is going to make me suddenly want to sleep with you…Fuck off–“ Brad took two long steps and gripped you by the shoulders, slamming you to the closest lockers as you whined loudly. 

People starting to gather closer as they’d heard the arguing and the yelling, and suddenly the sound of something hitting the lockers caught everyone’s attention even further.

“Listen here you little bitch,” Brad growled, “You’re just as much as a piece of shit as that motherfu–" 

Before you could even register what had happened, Brad fell to the ground. And you understood that the quick flash of silver you’d seen was Eddie’s fist flying towards Brad’s jaw. His left hand, the one covered with the most and biggest rings. Despite Eddie being right handed, of course he was going to throw a punch with his left hand.

“Do not touch her” Eddie threatening with a grim stare, his black eyes looking deadly.

 “Oh, came back to claim what’s yours?” Brad laughed, as Eddie’s eyes darkened and a rather creepy smile spread across his cheeks.

“Fuck off dude. Her not wanting to fuck you it’s not her problem. Most women in this school don’t either” He replied calmly, seeing the way Brad’s smile dissipated. 

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” Brad barked.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked raising an eyebrow, barely caring what Brad had to say about him.

“Kissing another girl when your allegedly best friend is head over heels for you. Enduring that must be painful, doesn’t it?” The jock said, his gaze moving to meet yours.

“Brad, stop” You said in a low voice.

“And not just that," Brad looked back at Eddie “you decided to go after the big fish and kissed none other than Chrissy Fucking Cunningham…Imagine having to compete with someone with her calibre…” Brad said turning to you “that’s rough competition…” 

“I’m sick and tired of your bullshit, Brad.” You snapped, feeling your eyes get teary, as his words had pierced exactly through your insecurities “You’re graduating this week, stop flicking acting like a middle school boy, grow up” You spat sourly and walked out of the circle. 

“I’m not done with you, you little bitch!” Eddie ignored Brad as he followed you, noticing the way you had clenched your jaw and looked down before walking away. “Oh, you are running away too? Fucking cowards, you deserve each other!” Bradley shouted as the two of you walked along the hall with long quick steps.

An uncomfortable buzz in your ears as you bit your lower lip, and took big breaths to keep the tears from spilling. A lump on your throat as you kept circling around what Brad had said, and how true you believed his words to be. Chrissy was perfect. She was cute, nice, laid back, petite, pretty, confident…Many things you could only aspire to be. And considering how high you thought of Eddie, she seemed a lot more deserving of him than you did. And that thought alone crushed your soul.

“Hey, are you alright?” Eddie said managing to get a hold of your arm, as you stopped abruptly and turned around. 

“No, Eddie, I am most definitely not okay” You barked.

“Hey, talk to me–“ 

“Sure, that’s a great idea!” You interrupted him sarcastically, “Okay so, where do I start? I am so deeply in love with my best friend and it’s cliche and stupid. We went to a party, I saw him talk to the most popular and pretty girl in school, but they appeared to be flirting with each other, so I got mad and drunk and made out with the biggest asshole I could find at the party. I did it out of pettiness, but jokes on me because I just embarrassed myself out there because of my funny little revenge…”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted in concern as his eyes suddenly changed and now looked concerned and confused. 

“People are saying you and Chrissy left together and everyone is assuming the two of you slept together, which I know to be a lie because I was there, I spent the night over at your place and stayed the entire next day getting over my hangover, you watching over me. And correct me if I’m wrong, but we spent the entirety of the afternoon cuddling and holding hands, and I thought perhaps we were going to pretend like the party didn’t happen in the first place! But I get here and everyone is talking about it, Chrissy is looking for you, and people tell me you’re hanging out with her and I can’t help but get jealous, Edward!” 

Now Eddie had an uncomfortable buzz in his ears, and his heart felt heavier. 

“And now Brad is bitter because I don’t want to sleep with him and apparently you’re now popular because Chrissy is interested in you…And I can’t even be mad at you because seriously, Chrissy is such a catch. I’m happy for you…Seriously. You two actually look cute together”

The whole time you’re talking, Eddie could feel his own heart sinking and dropping all the way to the floor. Silent tears escaping your eyes only making him feel guilty. You sounded mad, but he can tell from the look in your eyes you actually felt sad, broken even. And the only one he could point fingers at is at himself. He did this to you. The girl he had been so in love with, not only happened to correspond to his feelings. But he had to find out in the worst way possible. And it was too late to fix it without hurting anyone else in the process. 

And when he watched you turn around and resume your walking, his own heart began to break. 

 “Wait— Sweetheart—“ He began.

“Eddie, stop!” You snapped looking at him. “Leave me alone for a while, okay? I need to think, besides, I have a job interview and I don’t want to show up with my eyes all red and puffy” You said and turned back around, leaving through the door. 

Right, Eddie remembered. You had told him you’d managed to schedule an interview with the photographer at the Hawkins Post and you were going to try and get a job there over the summer to save some money for New York and gather some experience to write down in your curriculum. He had forgotten the interview was today. In a couple of hours specifically. His throat closed even tighter, making it harder for him to breathe. He had told you he was going to take you there himself. Now he guessed he wouldn’t.

As he turned around after you disappeared behind the main door, he found Chrissy. Her big wide eyes looking concerned and worried. 

“I am so, so sorry…” He whispered.

You skipped the last period and left school one hour earlier to be able to cry peacefully on your way back home and get a shower before the interview. Eddie, however, stayed. After the last bell of the day rang, and people were soon escaping the building like it was on fire. Eddie dragged his feet to the Hellfire Club classroom to get some of his things he had there. Being the last week of school, he needed to take everything he wanted to take with him, or else leave it there for the future generations. And he wasn’t sure why he’d gone there in the first place. The things he wanted to keep were usually in his backpack or his van. 

Perhaps he was dreading the walk to his van. He’d normally meet up with you outside his van, and you’d go to grab lunch or something before heading back to his place to waste the afternoon away. But he knew you weren’t going to be there. And suddenly, driving on his own seemed like the last thing he wanted. Sitting in silence with his thoughts…Just no. And even risking seeing Chrissy in the halls. She’d seen everything that happened with Brad. And she was chasing after the both of you when you snapped at Eddie before leaving. He hadn’t talked to Chrissy about it, he simply apologized and left; and even though he knew he needed to, he didn’t feel like doing so right now. His mind was still all over the place.

He kept thinking of Chrissy and you. Sure, before spring break he felt that funny feeling in his gut after he made his drug deal with Chrissy. And he knew she felt it too. What he didn’t expect was meeting you in detention right after the break was over. The same funny feeling in his gut, but this was was different. It was warmer. The instant attraction and chemistry felt like a riptide. He simply met you, and from then on, he was met by some sort of gravitational force pulling him towards you. Becoming close friends in the span of a weeks was something that had never happened to him before. And he doubted it was going to happen to him again.

“Eddie?” Dustin’s voice echoed followed by the creek of the door opening. 

“Henderson, fancy seeing you here, you little dwarf” Eddie said looking at him with a hollow smile.

“How are you?” 

“Nostalgic, really. I’m going to miss Hellfire…” Eddie replied, knowing what Dustin meant but completely avoiding it.

“I mean…I heard what happened…” Dustin muttered as he walked inside the classroom.

“God, people really like to talk about other people’s lives. How boring must their own lives be?” Eddie replied, avoiding the topic. Again.

“I’m sorry for what happened…” Dustin whispered your name, making Eddie’s heart skip a painful beat. “She…I know she means a lot to you…” 

“Dustin, have I not made it clear that I do not wish to talk about this?” He said gently interrupting him as his smile faded and met Dustin’s honey eyes. 

 “Maybe you should, you know? But talk to her...tell her everything, I know you like her as much as she likes you…" Eddie rolled his eyes at Dustin. “And, well, you know her…she’s not exactly the most confident nor popular girl, think how she must feel about this…” Eddie’s heart shrunk 

“So I’m the bad guy now?” Eddie barked defensively.

“What? No! Not at all! This is just a communication problem…you two are best friends, you’ll be able to figure something out…” Dustin quickly added.

“Yeah, well…she’s moving to New York in two months…there’s nothing much I can do…” Eddie scoffed. “We can talk and cry about it, go back to being friends, sure, but then what Henderson? We confess our love for each other and decide to walk into the sunset holding hands and kiss under the moonlight, then what? She moves away and I stay here? You have a girlfriend, Henderson. You know how long distance relationships are hard. And now add that she’s going to go there for college…College and High School are not the same, man” Eddie spat, the tension building in his chest feeling slightly relieved, despite the fact that his eyes were getting tearful. “And I don’t know about you, but I’m someone who needs to be able to hold his girlfriend and kiss her and show her around like a badge of honor—” 

“Then go with her to New York” Dustin interrupted, as Eddie stopped right away and stared at him.

 “What?” 

“You heard me” 

“I can’t just pack up and go to New York…” Eddie chuckled bitterly.

“Why not? You want to make a living out of playing your guitar, don’t you? Don’t you think achieving that in New York might be actually easier than staying in Hawkins?”

Eddie’s mind became blank.

That evening, he climbed the tree next to your house up to your window as he peeked inside and found you sitting in your bed with a bunch of photos spread on your bed. It would’ve been a very cute scene if he hadn’t made you cry earlier and he still felt guilty about it. He tapped gently on the glass breaking you away from your trance as you got out of your bed and went to your window sliding it open.

“What the hell are you doing? You know you can use my door right? My parents love you” You explained.

Eddie’s smile soon dropped into a puzzled face as his eyebrows raised and eyes widened in confusion.

“Wait, really?” 

“Yeah…my dad knows his 9pm curfew is ridiculous, but he actually likes that you respect it and drive me home by 9, even when we stay on the sidewalk hanging out afterwards, even if we stay out there until very late… He appreciates that you do get me home by 9 always…” You chuckled softly as you moved away and let him in.

“Well in that case, next time I decide to visit late at night I will use the door…” He said with a cheeky smile and looked around your room, noticing the little details everywhere, thinking how much your room felt yours.

“Why are you here, Ed?” You whispered awkwardly as Eddie looked at you with tender eyes and a soft smile.

“Just wanted to see my bestie,” He replied with a shrug, managing to make you chuckle lightly and nod.

“Well, here I am” You said walking back to your bed.

“How did the interview go?” He asked as he followed you and gazed at some of the pictures as you picked them up and set them on the side table, making space for him.

“Good, I think. I talked to the photographer and said that he was going to talk to the editor…Kept some of my photos and told me to go on a few trial days next week…” You explained.

“That’s a good sign, right?” Eddie said excitedly as you couldn’t help but smile at him despite the subtle heartache. 

 “Yeah, I think so”

“Congrats” Eddie said pulling you in a genuine and tight hug. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you buried your face in his shoulder. And after a few seconds. you noticed he didn’t back out from the hug. His arms suddenly feeling too warm and soft around you, as his smell pierced through your nose. You could feel something radiating from his body into yours, a warm and comforting sensation that soon made your eyes tearful and heart beat fast. The memories of what had happened in the last days flooded your mind and you sobbed silently, hugging him tighter. 

Eddie felt your shoulders stiffen before you clung to him and he knew immediately what was going on. He kissed your head and burying his face in your hair, taking in the sweet smell of your shampoo. 

“I’m sorry,” He purred. “About earlier…Not my best moment...or the last few days for that matter. The last thing I even wanted to do was hurt you, out of everyone at school, you…” He said breaking the hug and cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re the most precious thing that school has, you know?” He whispered as you rolled your eyes playfully, and he chuckled. “I mean it! Sure, Chrissy may be the queen of Hawkins High, and Jason may be the town’s celebrity, but next to you, they seem so small…” He purred. 

“Oh please,” You said as your hands reached his wrists. 

“No, seriously, sweetheart” He whispered smiling and leaning closer to you, bumping his forehead to yours. “You’ve got a heart of gold,” He said, repeating what you had said in your drunken state, words he was positive you didn’t remember. “Until today I never saw you snap at anyone before, you’re always so kind and nice…second, you’re so smart it made me smart…” You giggled looking away as he followed you with his stare “I mean it! You’re the first person who actually succeeded at tutoring me, enough to get a much higher grade than I needed. And out of everyone from the senior year, you got the coolest college opportunity...Seriously…New York? Everyone else is either going to Indianapolis or staying here in Hawkins…You? You’re going to the Big Apple!” 

“Stop!” You giggled, getting flustered. 

“And last but not least, I take pride in being a freak, really, I do. And most of the things I do, I do them to piss people off…But never have I ever felt so contempt of who I am until I realized you genuinely enjoyed who I am…You make me want to become better…That is something completely new to me…" his voice died out calling your name. “You said earlier you were deeply in love with your best friend...Which is perfect for me because I am too, deeply in love with my best friend…So much it hurt and felt hopeless when you told me you were moving to New York, so much I tried to look for something, anything that could help me get over my feelings for you so it wouldn’t hurt as much when you left…” He said, his dark eyes glued to yours as he leaned forward again, his forehead bumping against yours and the tip of his nose brushing yours. “But I ended up hurting you…And trust me, that was the last thing I wanted to do…”

“Ed…” You whispered with your heart climbing all the way to your throat and you closed your eyes. 

Without giving it much of a thought, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. His breath hitched, not actually expecting you to be the one who sealed the kiss. He was still contempt and surprised. He kissed you back. His lips locking with yours in what was a shy kiss at first. Your lips infinitely sweeter and softer than Chrissy’s, perfectly molding with his as you quickly stole his breath away. 

He moaned gently against your mouth, making your heart race even further. Your hands grabbed his flannel shirt, slowly climbing up his chest until one of your hands made it to the back of his head, tangling with his messy curly hair as you pulled his closer. 

He took this as his cue to deepen the kiss, a soft groan escaping his throat. Moving closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, squeezing your chest against him. At once his arms mirrored yours and snaked around you, squeezing you against him, stealing a moan off of you into his mouth, making his blood warm up. His hands slid down your back as you broke the kiss and pulled your legs on top of the bed, breathlessly staring at Eddie. Your heart beating in your throat, as you cupped his face and brought him close for another kiss before he could even say something. 

Kissing you back, he smirked against your lips and moved closer to you. You slowly layer on the bed, pulling him on top of you. Wasting no time, he tried kicking off his boots but struggled. 

“Wait, baby…” He purred sitting on the bed and rushing to take off his boots as you chuckled and sat up, looking at him tenderly.  

After he did, he looked at you and smiled. You noticed the rosy tone in his cheeks, making your heart about to jump out of your chest. 

“Hey…” You purred softly. 

“Hey,” He giggled and climbed back on top of you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. 

He quickly melted into the kiss, leaning down and resting some of his weight on top of you as you welcomed him and wrapped your legs around his narrow waist. Pulling him closer, you moaned shyly upon feeing his hips against yours. 

Your moan echoed in Eddie’s head as he broke the kiss and started kissing your neck. Stretching your neck to grant him better access to your skin, your breath hitched as his warm lips slid down your neck. 

His name escaped your lips, making a shiver run down his spine as he bit your shin, his teeth gently sinking on the base of your neck as another moan, slightly louder, came out of your mouth. His blood rushing everywhere in his body as he smirked. 

“You liked that, babygirl?” He purred, dragging his lips up your neck to your ear.

“Ye-yes…”. You whispered as you felt your own cheeks grow hotter and hotter. 

He bit your neck again, slightly underneath your ear, making you arch your back and grip his hair. The gentle tug made him groan softly as one of his hands slid underneath your shirt. His fingers caressed your hip, not moving much as if waiting for permission. The sweet and needy whimper that came of your mouth soon after was the answer he needed as his hand roamed your body underneath your shirt. Noticing the way your skin got covered in goosebumps and your breath deepened made his pants feel uncomfortably tighter. 

“Talk to me, Princess…” He purred seductively. “Do you like this?” You whined. 

“Ye-yes…” You whispered. “I-I do…”

Amused by your shyness, he pulled back and looked at you attentively, wanting to see the reactions he managed to pull from you. 

“Can I take this off?” He murmured, referring to your shirt.

His gentle voice caressing your ears and making your crotch ache desperately as you nodded and stuttered and affirmative. 

“Only of you take off yours too…” You said. 

“Ah, m’lady wants conditions equality, I can respect that…” He giggled mischievously as he pulled back and took off his red plaid shirt along with his Iron Maiden shirt. 

You could feel your heart beating everywhere in your body as you stared at him. Hypnotized by all of him as you wondered if this was actually happening. After throwing his shirts to your floor, he wasted no time pulling your shirt off of you as his lips quickly attached to your shoulders and chest, his hands idly playing with the straps of your bra, pulling them down your shoulders. 

“You know…Condition equality includes this as well…” He purred as his fingers gently tugged on your bra, making you shiver. 

“Smartass,” You chuckled. 

“I’m just stating the facts, love” He sand as he ran a thumb over your skin, teasing your breast as he followed the cup’s curve, dangerously close to your nipple. “But I’ll wait for Ground Control’s instructions…” He said kissing your chest right underneath your clavicle. 

“Just take the goddamn thing off…” You scoffed as Eddie’s big curious eyes looked at you with fascination. 

“Desperate, are we?” 

“Just a little…” You admitted, feeling the heat rising up as Eddie’s hands snuck behind your back to undo the clip.

“Just a little…” He repeated.

As he let your bra fall off your bed, he wasted no time kissing your skin. Every now and then teasing you with his teeth, sucking on it, making sure he left some sort of evidence of what was going to happen. Always gentle, he noticed the particular shyness with which you reacted to his ministrations. He went slow, learning how to distinguish every sound and movement you made, and trying to learn the unspoken language of your body. 

Always aware that you weren’t perhaps the most experienced in these things, he asked for your permission for everything. If it was okay to touch or kiss somewhere, if he could take your pants off. And the tender and caring manner, along with his big doe eyes, it was impossible to resist him. Your mind spiraling out of control,as you wanted nothing more that to enjoy your night with him. You wanted nothing more than to feel him all around you. 

Once the both of you were completely naked, kissing and tasting each other’s skin, mapping everything little detail in a beautiful lovely memory, and once you’d made your way underneath the covers of your bed, it all felt too intimate. Sure, you were insanely nervous for what was going to happen, but you were also excited for it. 

As Eddie nestled between your legs, his erection gently resting on your belly, throbbing with anticipation, he had you locked in an intoxicating kiss. The heat of his body radiating into yours, as your legs around him kept him close. Hanging from the very last string of his salinity, waiting for your green like to move forward.

You broke the kiss, catching your breath.

"Wa-wait, Ed…” You stuttered shyly.

“What is it, princess?” He murmured pulling back and staring at you.

“There’s something you’ve got to know first…” The words dragging out of your mouth as you felt your cheeks grow hot at the slight embarrassment, Eddie however had been slowly putting the pieces together based on your reactions.

“We don’t have to do this of you don’t want…” He purred kissing your forehead. 

“I-I know…But I do want to…with you…” His heart stopped at the sincere look in your eyes and your words getting stuck in his brain. He smirked.

“Oh baby I’m honored…” He began, his cheeky smirk spreading as his heart almost jumped out of your  “But you know if we do this, we’re gonna have to marry asap and have my kids right? I’m thinking at least four…” He teased, managing to make you giggle.

“Oh shut up, you don’t believe that bullshit…” Eddie laughed at your remark. 

“No, not at all…” He purred as he “But, if we do this…You’ll be mine, and trust me, I don’t give up easily on what’s mine…” His voice grew seductive as he leaned forward and pecked your lips.

“What does that mean?” You giggled.

“I’ll follow you till the end of the world. Or until you tell me to…” He smiled and kissed you slowly, his lips locking with yours as one of his hands slid down your body down to your hips. “If you want me to stop or go slower, just tell me…Tonight everything’s about you, baby” He whispered.

You nodded. 

His hand slid down all the way to your thigh, now going up, closer and closer to your needy hole. His finger ran up and down your wet slick, as he smirked, proud that he had you like that. 

Your breath hitched as he watched your reaction attentively. His thumb circled your clit softly, watching you shit your eyes closed and moan softly, as you pushed your head back. Fascinated, he felt his mouth grow thirsty as he continued staring at you, hypnotized by your reactions. 

“Can I?” He asked, his index finger sliding to your entrance, teasing you, as his finger continued to get more and more covered in your arousal. 

“Please,” You begged. 

His finger very slowly sank inside of you, feeling your tight walls clenching around it, as a soft whimper escaped your throat. He kissed you sweetly, silencing your cry. 

“Silence, baby…You don’t want your parents hearing and walking on us, now do you?” He muttered. 

“N-no…” You stuttered. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“It’s just…weird…” You murmured. 

“It’ll soon feel good, I promise…” He pressed his forehead to yours.

He continued fingering you. Slowly, patiently exploring your velvet walls, once again guided by your reactions as he allowed you to get used to the feeling. Quickening his pace and eventually sliding a second finger in. Your sweet quiet moans fueling him, making him desperate to claim you as his, growing addicted to the beautiful sounds you made and the way you so desperately called his name. He kept going, building up a rhythm you could easily grow used to, until he had you cumming around his fingers. Proud of the mess the made of you, his cramped fingers still buried deep inside you, he took in the gorgeous image of your body slightly shaky and covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

“Fuck, your beautiful…” He purred. 

“Kiss me, Eddie…“ You whined. “Kiss me, please” 

Obediently, he kissed you, swallowing your whines as he could taste the universe in your mouth. His heart full and body hot, he slowly pulled his fingers out, pulling a soft grunt out of you. One he gladly drank from your kiss as well. As the world came back to focus, you clung to him, being painfully away of his length still on your belly. You shivered at the thought of eventually having it inside you. 

“E-Eddie…” You whispered breathless. “I want you” You purred. 

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he smiled and looked at you, his black eyes devouring you with adoration. 

“Your wish is my command, baby…” He muttered as he wasted no time, running his wet fingers over his erection, coating his dick with your arousal and positioning himself against your entrance. 

He looked at you one last time for consent as you gave him a shy nod. And with that, he pushed inside of you. Slowly. Very slowly. A gasp caught in his throat, as your tight walls seemed to squeeze around him, gently sucking him as you covered your own mouth with one of your hands, muffling the moan fighting its way out. Feeling ecstatic, he closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet feeling of your warmth surrounding him as he bottomed out. As he went all in, he looked down, watching his pelvis connecting to yours, getting another shiver down his back. He smirked and leaned down, kissing your cheek. 

“You’re all mine now…” He whispered kissing your jaw as you arched your back, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I’m yours, Eddie…” God, your words made him light headed as he started moving in and out of you, slow at first. 

Eddie, who had a few encounters here and there wasn’t exactly crazy about sex. Sure, he had his kinks and had fun every time he had the chance to have sex, but he wasn’t someone who’s actively go around flirting with people, looking for someone to take back to his bed. But this, with you, oh, he could definitely see himself getting addicted to doing this with you. It was far more than just the sex and the adrenaline running through his veins. It was the intimacy of it. Your body so close to his, your whispers and moans cooing him, the way your touch set him on fire. Sex had never felt this good before. 

His thrusts going deeper and deeper and getting faster and faster, he still remained collected, reminding himself that this was your first time. Besides, he loved attentively watching the way you moved and reacted. The way you opened your mouth and said nonsense with every push. The way your face got all flustered every time he praised you. And god, the way you told him over and over you were his. And only his. His heart beating alongside yours as you both shared this moment, getting drunk and lost in each other, as every piece of your heart was on the table. Caught fire, and skin tingling. It was such an addictive feeling.

What were you doing to him?

Nothing in his life had ever felt so gratifying as that moment right there. And he knew he did not want to let you go. Not when you left to New York, not ever. He would definitely keep his word and follow you to the end of the world. 

Low moans and sweet nothings dissipated in the air, caught between the hungry kisses of two lovers. Their bodies melting together and the pleasure increasing with every second, thirsty for that high at the end of the road. The ecstasy of both of your orgasm condensing slowly. Eddie cumming shortly before you, but not stopping until you were pushed off the edge as well. Blissfully giving in to that relaxing burn and tingling his entire body, washing over him as your walls clenched around him, and he moaned with his face nuzzled against your neck. 

Once the both of you came off your highs, Eddie was still lying on top of you, catching his breath as his entire body melted on top of yours, relaxed, ready to fall asleep for the next several weeks. He hummed softly and kissed your chest.

You stared at Eddie with melting eyes, smiling at the sight of him leaving small pecks all over your skin.  He eventually noticed you staring at him and blushed lightly. 

"What?” He whispered. 

“You meant that?” You asked with a low purr. 

“What exactly?” He hummed slightly sleepy resting his chin over your chest, staring at you with sleepy eyes.

“That you’ll follow me till the end of the world?” He smiled and closed his eyes.

“Definitely” He purred.

“Does that include New York?”  

“Especially New York…” He replied at once.

“Really?” 

“Is it so hard to believe?” He chuckled softly “I don’t think I ever felt like this about someone…Not to sound like a slut, but I’ve had my fair share of flash romances and one night stands, and none of them sparked in me whatever it is you did…” He said as you stared at him, and ran a finger through his hair, brushing a misplaced strand of hair off his face, “I’d never felt so scared of losing someone…I do want to be with you…whether if it’s here, or in New York…if you tell me you want to pack up and go walking to Argentina, I’ll go too…” 

You smiled, considering his words, biting your lower lip.

“That actually sounds like a good idea…” You said.

“Argentina?” 

“A sabbatical year before college…Perhaps not spend the entire year but…working and saving up money for six months, and then go to Argentina…” You wondered, as Eddie’s smile spread.

“Can we take a small detour to Brazil?” You giggled at his proposal.

“We can go anywhere…” You replied, noticing the dumbfounded smile he was giving you “What?” You asked.

“I seriously am in love with you…�� He sighed lifting himself up on his elbows “I know, it’s cringy, saying this right after we had sex for the first time but…” He chuckled at his own comment “I’ve had feelings for you for some time now…” 

“How long?” You murmured curiously.

“I always found you pretty, but since you were often hanging around all sorts of popular crowds, I didn’t really feel like approaching you…” He began “After we met, boy, I wish I had talked to you earlier. You’re nothing like them and you’re far cooler than anyone else in that school…I was smitten after that time we went to have Chinese? Do you remember?” 

“That was literally the week after the detention thing” 

“Exactly!” Eddie said gawking “And when you showed me your portfolio that same day with all your favorite pictures, man, I felt like I’d jumped down a cliff and fell on my face” You blushed.

“Since then?” You giggled. 

“I’m pathetic, I know…” He chuckled. 

“No, you’re not…” You kissed his cheek. “For me it was when you introduced me to your uncle…” 

“What?” You giggled at his confused reaction.

“Yeah…You know you look at him in a very particular way?” Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” 

“Like you’re immensely grateful to him…And like you genuinely care for him, I saw that look and thought ‘Man, I wish someone ever looked at me that way…’” 

“Yeah well,” Eddie chuckled, blushing lightly “He took me in after my asshole dad ended in prison…I knew having to watch over me and practically raise me was rough for him, I was a kid but I wasn’t stupid, I saw it was hard for him in the begining, and I felt like a burden, but he never complained, though…” Eddie sighed as his eyes suddenly got lost in the distance as he recalled his childhood memories “He never got mad, he was always nice and gentle with me…” Eddie chuckled meeting your stare again “He bought me my first guitar and signed me up for classes after he once found me playing with a broom, pretending it was a guitar while I jammed to Pink Floyd…” 

“That’s cute…” You whispered smiling, feeling a gentle squeeze in your chest upon seeing that sweet spark in Eddie’s eyes. 

“I owe everything to that old man…” He sighed deeply “Specially now because, thanks to him, the girl of my dreams loves me back” He smirked.

 Giggling, you cupped his face and pulled him in for a small peck.

“Thank you for helping me sneak out of detention…” You whispered.

“You’re very welcome, love” He smirked. 

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[littlesniggy]

I JUST SAW THE REBLOG FOR 30 MINS LEFT OMGOMGOMG can i please request kizaru,crocodile and doflamingo with a male s/o thats around their age (like 5 years-ish younger) and he tries acting dominant with them but gets put in his place (nsfw headcanons or just a pharagraph whatever you’re comfortable with) sorry for my bad english it’s not my first language love you <3

Last but not least - here it is! This is officially the last request in my ask box! I hope you like it! It starts from rather innocent with Borsalino to explicit with Mingo ✌🏼️

Warnings: 18+, nsfw

Characters: Borsalino, Sir Crocodile, and Doflamingo

Word count: 900

Borsalino

The admiral was sitting in his office at the marine headquarters, doing the boring but necessary paperwork when a certain someone suddenly entered the room. Borsalino looked up with this lazy smile on his face. “Oooh, what are you doing here?” he asked you, tilting his head to the side while he watches you approach his desk slowly, Whenever he looks at you he can’t quite fathom how long it’s already been since you two had started dating. It feels like ages and yet he’s not fed up with you yet.

You take a seat on the side of his desk, rolling up your sleeves to expose your arms. “Thought I’d pick you up from work.” You reply, smiling at your partner. “Pick me up? But I’m not done with work yet.” Borsalino argues but you hold up your finger and press it in front of his lips. “And I’m telling you to stop what you’re doing and come with me.” You whisper, leaning forward to look straight into his eyes. The admiral’s eyes form to slits as he eyes you up and down.

“Are you trying to give me an order, Y/n?” he asks you, pressing his hands on the surface of the table and slowly getting up, his aura pushing you pack by itself until he somewhat towers over you. “And here I thought you were mature enough not to play those little games, Y/n. It appears I need to teach you some manners despite your age.” You two were always eye-level with each other but you really appreciate moments like this where you simply feel helpless in front of him.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees?”

Sir Crocodile

You don’t know why you’ve been feeling like this lately, but for some reason you wanted to annoy your partner as much as possible. He calls it childish but so be it. He hasn’t been paying attention to you as much as he used to. Sure, you don’t want him to be all lovey-dovey, swooning over you like some love-struck idiot but a tiny bit more attention couldn’t hurt, right?

You’ve noticed that Crocodile let you do a lot of things but when it comes to giving up power to you – especially in the bedroom – he has none of it. You’re usually not the dominant type of guy though you can stand up for yourself to him, you just most of the time choose to avoid conflict if it benefits you in the long run. But today is different.

When he comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower you don’t hesitate a second and press his body against the wall, taking him by surprise. You mouth finds his and you burry your hand in his black hair while the other one moves down his body before dipping down into his boxers. You can feel how his member reacts under your touch and you grin into the kiss, feeling confidence rise in your body.

Until it is ceremonially crushed by him fading into sand, disappearing from your sight, only leaving dry sand on your lips before he manifests himself behind you and presses your body against the wall instead.

“I thought men around my age already knew their place and didn’t have to be taught again but it seems I was wrong.” He said slowly, his hand dipping down into your pants, grabbing your dick harshly.

“Let me teach you where exactly you belong.”

Doflamingo

You are lying between Doflamingo’s spread legs, his length dipping down your throat with each thrust of his hips. He has his arms crossed behind his head, a cocky grin on his features while he watches you giving him head. The stubbles of your beard scratch against his thighs whenever you take him in deep enough and he loves this feeling.

You look up at him from between his legs, feeling your own erection press uncomfortably against the mattress, pre-cum staining the sheets.

“What a good boy.” Doflamingo praises and teases you at the same time, knowing full well that you’re not too fond of being called “boy”. As a reminder, you let your teeth scratch over his length, earning you a hiss from the man in front of you. “Careful there, Y/n.” he chuckles, thrusting his hips upwards as some sort of punishment, letting you choke on his dick.

You let his cock leave your mouth with an audible plop and look at him with one brow raised. “You should rather be careful when I have your dick between my teeth. You never know what might happen if I’m not careful enough…” you purr. Your lover lets out a breath laugh at your comment and watches with curiosity how you put your hands on his thighs and press them against his upper body, exposing his most vulnerable body part to you.

“And what do you think you’re now doing, Y/n?” he asks, voice still amused. It’s not like you’ve never taken him but every time he has been the one to initiate it and also the one in charge. “I’ll let you take a guess, Doffy.” You say with a fake smile before placing the tip of your dick against his entrance.

But when you try to thrust forward your hips wouldn’t move one inch. Confused, you try to move again but it doesn’t work. A dark and low chuckle that is rumbling through his chest gives you the answer as to why you’re not able to enter him.

“Did you really think I’d just let you do as you please? Now, I think it’s time you bow down to your king and make up for this insolence.”

[onehappyhufflepuff]

what if... matt murdock didn't get blipped? matt murdock x reader

okay i hate myself for this but recently people have been questioning whether or not matt got blipped at the end of infinity war. i think he did (cause of kingpin in hawkeye), but, what would have happened if you were his friend and the both of you didn't get blipped while karen and foggy were? my brain is full of ideas if you guys want more than just one part

WARNINGS: extreme loss, grieving, panic attack cause by being overwhelmed, basically just really sad :(

pairings: matt murdock x friend!reader

word count: 1,085

A typical workday at Nelson & Murdock. Foggy, Karen, and I ate Chinese take-out for lunch, the news about aliens attacking New York playing quietly for some background noise. Matt had taken the day off, probably to do some Daredevil-ey things. We sat around Karen's desk and laughed at a stupid joke Foggy told.

"Knock, knock," Foggy said, beginning another joke as I stood up to throw my garbage away.

I sighed, "Who's there?" expecting a classic Foggy dad joke. No response came. Maybe that's the punchline? But they weren't there.

"Ha-ha, hilarious guys. How'd you make it out of the room so quietly?" I questioned as I began to wander the office looking for them. Then, I heard the screams. Horrible, gut-wrenching screams coming from everywhere. I felt so overwhelmed by the sudden noise. I ran to the window and threw it open, only to see clouds of dust floating up into the air. Sprinting back to the television, I turned the volume up, watching in horror as calls came flooding into the news station about people evaporating into dust. Slowly turning around, I feared the worst. I walked to where Foggy and Karen had been sitting and noticed what looked like ashes where they should've been. They were gone.

Before I could think, I was running. Two of the three people I cared for in the world were gone. I bumped into other running people on the street, doing the same thing I was. None of us cared enough to stop and apologize. As I ran, I hoped, nearly prayed, for Matt's safety. Approaching his apartment complex, I noticed the lights of his apartment still shining through his windows. Whenever he was home, he'd have the lights on just to let us know he was safe. This did little to ease my fear, however. I ran up the stairs to his apartment and burst through the doors. At first, I couldn't find him, scanning the entirety of his living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom for ashes like Foggy and Karen had left behind. I stood there, the world spinning in circles around me before I heard a faint heaving. I followed the noise to the broom closet adjacent to his fridge. Slowly, I opened the door to find Matt curled upon himself. He was covering his ears and, from the way his chest was moving, I could tell he was hyperventilating.

"Matt, oh my gosh," I whispered, kneeling down to match his height. "Hey, Matt. Matty. It's okay. It's okay. You're safe. I've got you." I comforted the man, gently easing him from the closet and onto the sofa. I sat with him saying nothing. From what I'd seen before, I knew that when Matt was overwhelmed to this extent, all he needed was someone to sit with him quietly.

After 10 or so minutes, the screaming finally quieted, and Matt's breathing began to even out.

"I felt their hearts stop," he murmured, voice barely louder than a whisper.

"What?" I said the question half out of genuine shock and half from my inability to understand what he said.

"I felt– I just felt half of New York's hearts stop," he stuttered between breaths.

"Matt, oh gosh," I said, unable to find words. The pain he must've felt. And– oh, the screams. He'd always been sensitive to loud sounds, but millions of people screaming for who knows how long, that must've been torture.

"When–" he started. "When I first felt it, all I could think to do was search for your heartbeats. Your's and Foggy's and Karen's. Oh, God. Did they…?" Matt said, his voice cracking. His realization struck deep in my heart; they were truly gone. Faded away into ashes in the blink of an eye. And there was nothing either of us could do. A lump rose in my throat as tears rose to my eyes. Matt must've sensed me tense up because he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that for a long time, tears threatening to stain each other's shoulders as we found solace in the other's arms.

Eventually, we pulled away from each other. We sat shoulder to shoulder in shock. This wouldn't finally settle in for days. We sat in silence for what felt like forever until Matt spoke.

"I can't– I can't do this alone. Please, please, don't make me do this alone. Don't leave." Matt was clearly terrified that now, with Foggy and Karen dead, I'd leave him to be alone in his sorrows. He'd distanced himself from the three of us when things as Daredevil began to pick up, and, despite the tries from the three of us, he'd never felt safe being close with us again. His fear of my departure was anything but unfounded. But I wouldn't leave him. Neither of us would survive being alone.

"Oh, Matt," I sighed out, the persistent lump in my throat challenging my ability to speak. Pulling him into another hug, I said quietly, "I promise I'll never leave you. I promise." This response to his fears warranted a shakey sob into the crook of my neck. He buried his face farther into my neck as he sobs wracked his body. I did the same as he pulled me impossibly closer, his hand intertwining into my hair.

We stayed like that for the rest of the day, taking turns crying to each other and trying to cope with this massive loss. It was nearly impossible to wrap our heads around what happened. The Avengers spent weeks doing damage control, explaining to the public what had happened. That an alien snapped his fingers and willed away half the population of the entire universe. Crimes rates plummeted at first. Daredevil made no appearances and work was far from anybody's mind. The sudden loss forced everyone into a state of shock. Barely anyone left the house, especially not the two of us.

At first, our days were spent quietly reminiscing about the past few years with Foggy and Karen. After a few weeks, it turned to a more public discussion where we'd sit in Matt's living room and laugh about our friends. After a year, it turned to gentle mourning. We'd have our moments of grieving, but the supernatural cause of death and the knowledge that there was nothing we could do eased our pain. The blissful peace that was each other's friendship similarly aided in the process. Grieving with Matt was always better than grieving alone.

[heythere-mel]

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Marcus Moreno x f!reader

W/C: 3K+

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ only plssss. Language. Talk of piercings. Marcus is an ass man and I will not be taking criticism on that. Fluff. 💜

Summary: fitness class turns into some fun just in time for the holiday.

A/N: a “Valentine’s” fic almost a week late because I never finish anything on time?! That’s this. 🤡🤭 A little cannon divergent, Missy and his wife are not mentioned, just a little “porn with plot” if you will. Shoutout to @icanbeyourjedi for being my hype woman. Any love is appreciated. Enjoy! 🤍

——-

“So, I heard that a certain superhero has a crush on you.”

You look up from your computer, wanting to join in on the office romance gossip to see your desk mate, Christina, staring directly at you.

“I’m sorry are you talking to me?”

“OBVIOUSLY. Anyway, yes, it seems like Mr. Leader of the Heroics himself, Marcus Moreno, has a thing for you.”

“And who exactly told you this?”

“I have my sources.”

You couldn’t help the snort you let out. You found it hilarious. He was this brilliant, smart, stupidly handsome poster boy for saving the world. And you were merely the lovesick receptionist for the main office in which he worked.

“I’m serious! Have you not seen how nervous he gets when you’re around? Not to mention, the way he always has his eyes trained on your ass during these little mandated exercise sessions we’re being put through?”

As a part of trying to set a better example for the future Heroics youths that were currently training in the building, HQ set up an initiative for all employees, superhero or not, to attend at least one of the numerous fitness classes now being offered. You were fond of the yoga class in particular, loving having the chance to get out of your business attire and into those comfortable yoga pants and an oversized shirt while also getting to relieve some of the days stress, even if it was only for an hour. You never gave it a second thought that Marcus would be looking your way.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed?! I can’t believe how clueless the two of you are. Look, next time you see him just go and say hi. Plus, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Maybe you’ll land a nice dinner date? Hell, even better you might get laid!” she stated a little too enthusiastically.

“Christina!” you scolded, looking around and hoping no one else overheard her. You berate yourself now for spilling your guts over drinks last week.

“I’m just saying! Go for it. You can thank me later…”

——-

Noon struck, signaling that it was time for your daily class. Christina was busy entertaining Miracle Guy and his dorky anecdotes on whatever life saving antics he helped in recently so you decided to set up your mat and get a few warm up stretches in. You were in your zone that you failed to catch one Marcus Moreno walking in and freezing like a deer in the headlights. You were bent over with your head between your legs when you heard them.

“Hey Marcus, see something you like?!” shouts Miracle Guy.

“Yeah Mr. Heroic! At least take her out first! It’s the least you can do for ogling that ass!” Christina adds on.

You sit up and turn to see the color draining from Marcus�� face. He would gladly take an alien invasion right now compared to making a fool of himself like this in front of you.

“I’m so sorry! I- I wasn’t, I didn’t mean-“

“Yes you did!” Miracle Guy howls from across the studio.

You turn to face him. “Marcus?” closing his eyes as you say his name, “hey, it’s okay. Really. I guess if anyone in this place was staring at me I’m glad it was you,” chuckling as you notice the tips of his ears burning red.

He was fully prepared to be slapped, yelled at, anything, but the soft reassuring tone in your voice and THAT comment was not it. He let out a flustered little laugh along with a fumble of his glasses, thinking back to what Christina said you hoped you weren’t reading this all wrong and decided to just go for it.

“Marcus, if this is too forward please feel free to let me know but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Yes! I mean, yeah, I’d love to.” Play it cool Moreno. Don’t seem too desperate.

“Great! We can talk about it later, when others aren’t being so nosy.” Motioning toward the other two. “Sounds good.” as he goes to find his spot. You turn to where Christina is standing, a “you’re welcome” being mouthed, shaking your head as class begins.

——-

Finally back at your desk and away from prying eyes, you send Marcus an email asking where he’d like to go for dinner. You realized that Valentine’s Day snuck up a little quicker than you thought and all the restaurants were completely booked. You suggested that you could cook for him, and he graciously agreed only under the condition that he brings the wine and dessert.

-It’s a date! I’ll be there around 7:00.

-See you tomorrow night then :)

You couldn’t believe it. A date for Valentine’s, and with Marcus of all people?! You had to cover your mouth to smother the cheesiest smile from being plastered all over your face. If you only knew that a few doors away, Marcus was holding back from doing the exact same thing.

——-

You told Marcus to keep it casual. No need for fancy clothes or gifts. You just wanted a nice evening getting to know him better, share a bottle of wine, laugh a little, maybe a goodnight kiss? As long as it was the two of you, details didn’t matter.

Your doorbell rang, smoothing over your simple tiny heart printed sundress one last time you open the door to see Marcus in a pair of casual jeans and a dark green tshirt complementing the broad expanse of his shoulders. His signature leather jacket and dark framed glasses competing the look. He smiled big at you, looking you up and down as he hands you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. “Oh you didn’t have to Marcus, they’re beautiful,” bringing the sweet petals to your nose for a sniff. “Not as beautiful as you. I’m sorry that was cheesy, you just look, wow.” You hide behind the flowers, “you look very handsome as well Marcus,” too bashful to look him in the eye as you usher him inside.

“You can hang your jacket on the rack right there. The kitchen is this way, let me just find a vase for these real quick.”

He follows you, taking in your modest little home with numerous pictures adorning the walls, trinkets on your mantle, when his eyes land on your yoga mat rolled up in a corner space of the living room. His cock twitches at the thought. This is just dinner. Calm down.

——-

The meal you cooked was lovely. A light pasta dish and side salad paired with the subtle sweet and earthy red wine he was suggested. All enjoyed by candlelight and his flowers as the centerpiece no less. It was better than any reservation you could’ve made and Marcus couldn’t remember the last time someone put such effort into something for him. Conversation came so easily with you as well. From where you grew up, regaling each other with tales of your youth, what kind of music you liked, travel plans, dreams and aspirations. He could listen to you talk forever.

Not wanting the evening to end so soon, you proposed dessert be had over a movie from the comfort of your couch and he happily obliged. With the beautiful chocolate mousse cake he brought plated, the two of you end up snuggled into each other. It all feels so right. Like this is where you’re supposed to be. You turn to see he has a little of the mousse on his mustache. “Hey, you have a little something, right here.” wiping the little mess from his face. He leans into your hands touch, pressing a kiss to your thumb as your eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips. He grabs your plate and moves it to the coffee table and is on you in an instant. His kisses taste of the cake and wine you shared, making you dizzy with every nip and eager glide of his tongue in your mouth. You finally come up for air and you immediately see regret on his face. “What am I doing? I should’ve asked to kiss you first.”

“What? Marcus, quit being so hard on yourself. It’s not like I pulled away either. Look, we can stop here if this is too much, but just talk to me, be honest.” your chest heaving at the rush. “What do you really want?”

He didn’t know how to ask without feeling a bit embarrassed. You were the sexiest woman he’d laid eyes on in the longest time and valued your friendship, but always wanted more. He pondered his thoughts briefly before he saw you making direct eye contact with him. A shy smile on your face and your doe eyes laced with desire. You wanted this too.

“It’s been a while. Don’t get much time to date in my field of work. I-I just want you. All of you. What do you want?…” your pleasure being just as important to him as his own.

“I want you to let go.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, all he could do was nod as you brought him into a soft kiss, taking him by the hand and leading him to your bedroom.

——-

You enter the space and he quickly closes the door, pinning you to the frame. “Strip down. Now.” he whispers against your lips.

His command makes you clench around nothing. You slowly start to unzip the back of your dress, making a little show of dragging it down, especially over the curve of your ass. Marcus is transfixed on your form. The matching red bra and panty set had him pawing at it his tight member now starting to strain in his briefs.

He towers over you as you unhook the front clasp of your bra, sending your breasts spilling from their confines. He brings his big, warm hands to gently massage them, giving each the same treatment and ending with a feather light lick and kiss at your nipples.

Marcus reaches for the lacy waistband of your panties, one hand going to cup your mound when you grab his arm. He steps back immediately, thinking he’s crossed a line with you, when you let out a whimper, not of pain, but pure pleasure. His magnetic pull attracting itself to the little secret you’ve kept only to yourself.

“Ahhhh...” it comes out more desperate than you meant for it to.

“Oh my god, I didn’t hurt you did I?! I’m so sorry, I-“

You cut him off by grabbing his face and directing his attention towards you.

“Marcus, you did nothing wrong. It’s, well, it’s kind of a secret but uhhh, I-I have a piercing…”

That classic furrow in his brows make an appearance. It was almost comical at how he didn’t catch on.

“Down there.”

“Oh. Ohhhhh. So, when I do this,” cupping your mound once more and it takes everything not to clamp your thighs around his hand like a vice, breath catching in your throat. “You naughty girl.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You hear a growl rumble from his chest and another wave of slick is catching in your panties.

“Get on the bed. Leave these on.” running his hands over the lace.

His actions are slow and methodical, wanting to savor every tiny moment and detail of this night. He starts by removing his watch and glasses, placing them on the nightstand. (You wanted to ask if he’d leave the glasses on but knew they would eventually get in the way.) You watch as he slowly lifts his shirt, revealing the beautiful bronzed skin you always thought of but only managed to get a peek of when he was stretching out.

“You’re beautiful Marcus.” He could tell you meant it. Your soft gaze on him calming his racing thoughts. He couldn’t wait any longer. With one swift motion his briefs and pants were off, your eyes going wide at what you knew he was packing but was now confirmed.

He sidled up against the pillows at the headboard, leaning back and gently stroking his cock as he motions for you to come to him. Taking your hand in his he helps you onto his lap as you straddle over him, reaching down to push your panties to the side and rub him against your folds. The jolt you felt earlier from his hand making you more than wet and aching for his touch.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

You sink down slowly on to his member as his hands caress the sides of your waist, lowering you the rest of the way down. You give yourself a moment to adjust to his length, his girth making you feel completely full.

He closes his eyes, reveling in your warmth.

“Mmm, querida, please move.”

And you do. With a swivel of your hips you grind yourself a few times on his cock, loving the way the coarse hair of his happy trail adds to the friction before beginning a steady bounce. He smoothly runs his hands across your body, finally resting at the pillowy flesh of your backside. It’s better than anything he could’ve envisioned.

“This ass right here,” giving one cheek a slap, the sting only spurring you on to ride faster. “You have no idea how many times,” a slap now going down to the other, “I dreamed of this; wanting to rip those leggings off you in class and take you right there.” Grabbing handfuls of your bottom, he guides you up and down on his slick soaked member as he feels you getting closer. “Shit, Marcus, harder baby.” With a plant of his feet to the mattress, he starts to jackhammer into you, sending your hands flying to his shoulders to hold on to as you come quickly and loudly, your body convulsing at the insurmountable pleasure. He holds you tightly as you tremble in the crook of his neck through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Kissing your temple, you turn to face him and give him a lopsided grin.

“Good?”

“Mmmm so good.”

He leans forward, lowering you down on to your back. His honeyed kisses are now being trailed down your chest and across your stomach. Your eyes bolt open at the sound of material being torn and the feel of his tongue licking a stripe up your folds, the last bit of lace finally being ripped away completely baring your figure.

You squirm in anticipation as Marcus guides your legs open. “Let’s see how flexible these classes have really made you.”

Marcus has your legs spread as wide as you can get them, gripping your ankles for his own leverage. He pushes in, your walls pulsating with every inch. At this angle he hits one of the deepest spots inside you, nothing but the squelching sounds of your mixed juices filling the room. You grasp at the sheets below, secretly loving the way he’s listened to your request from earlier. It’s a completely new side to him and you’re the only one who’s getting to see it. It’s feral and long overdue, the way he’s taking what he needs. He fucks into you with such vigor he ends up slipping out, giving you but a moment of reprieve to catch your breath. Your whimpers turning into a chorus of ooooh’s and aaaah’s as he teases his cock over your swollen lips. The overstimulation having you sending him a cheeky bite of your lip as he looks upon you with that innocent boyish grin, despite the current act at hand.

“Can these go a little higher for me?” caressing his warm hands up and down your legs, sending your knees upward and practically touching your shoulders now. Marcus lifts your ass gently so it’s resting on his thick thighs, dipping back into your aching sex with ease. His pace brutally slow at first, drinking in the sight of your pussy on full display for him as he drags his cock in and out of you.

“Marcus, please, I’m-so close...”

“What’s that beautiful?”

He stalls his movements, bringing a thumb down to rub circles at your clit. The magnetic current that runs through his body is now honing in on the little metal hoop at the hood of your clit, sending waves of euphoria coursing through you as spots of white start flitting across your vision. He’s still inside of you, watching and feeling your grip on him tighten the faster he starts to moves his fingers. He throws his head back in ecstasy as the pressure begins to build in his belly.

“Ohhh, fuck!”

It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen as he picks up the tempo once more, grabbing hold of your thighs as he chases his release. You take over where he left off. The contrast of his now furious thrusts with the delicate, almost lazy, motions of your own fingers over the sensitive bud has you lost in a drunken haze. The spark of fire roars through your body as he hits that sweet spongy spot, sending your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as you come with a repetitive chant of his name and a satisfied sigh.

“Wh-where can I..”

“Inside! Please!”

A last few triumphant thrusts and he is burying himself as deep as he possibly can. You’re mewling from beneath him is cut off with a kiss consisting of all teeth and tongue with the slight resonating tang from the taste he had of you earlier.

He gently lowers your legs back down as he continues to rock into you, placing little kisses along your jaw. You feel him start to relax as he pulls out, rolling onto his back and taking you with him to curl into his side. “Remind me to send a thank you card to HQ for those yoga classes.” you slap his chest as you both laugh.

“You’re amazing hermosa, really. I wouldn’t have wanted this with anyone else.” You place a delicate kiss over his heart, the sentiment not being lost on him as sleep begins to overtake you. “I’m glad it was you too. Happy Valentine’s Day Marcus.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day querida.”

[dreamerstreamer]

Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I—”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.”

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don���t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”

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yeah hi i'm also obsessed with the dreamstone incubation thing to the surprise of no one. adding to your note about hob's career change -- maybe they do a trial run with one stone while hob's still teaching. the stone is heavy and warm and noticeable, sure, when he's in the waking, but it's calm enough that hob can go about his job more or less as usual, just with a new habit of keeping a hand cupped over his belly. it's when he's asleep and in the dreaming that the stone vibrates and changes size in response to dream's presence.

it's the last couple months of the school year, and hob's thinking a lot about how he's going to have to move over the summer because he really has been there for too long. he just doesn't know how to bring it up to dream, because he knows what he wants -- he wants a little vacation between lives. he wants to spend a few years just... belonging to dream. no waking life, no time apart, just being owned for a while. visiting the waking, maybe, but only on dream's arm. he just doesn't know if dream would want that, so he's worried about asking.

dream, on the other hand, has been worrying about asking hob for the exact same thing. because he knows hob loves the waking world and he doesn't want to even suggest that he wants to take that away from him, but he's possessive and he wants to keep hob claimed properly, even if only for a while. and "hey can you come be an incubator for a while" gives him a reason to ask that isn't just saying "when i tell you i would keep you on my cock forever if i could do you think i am exaggerating, hob gadling"

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Omg you guys have been spoiling me today!! The fact that I’m gonna have to try and go to sleep knowing that there is beautiful, kinky, mind blowing writing in my inbox,,, I want to eat you all up!! Never stop!!!!

I love the way that these two idiots would totally be Yearning (TM) all the way through their depraved activities. If only they could talk to each other but alas!! They’re himbos <3 lovelovelove the idea of Hob having a very well deserved vacation in the dreaming btw. He deserves it (and also a damn good fucking).

I’m so struck on the image of Hob carrying that first dreamstone, living his life and just… resting his hand over it. Everyone can see but nobody knows . He’s got this super important part of the dreaming, part of Dream, inside him, of course he can’t keep his hand away. When he’s sitting at his desk he pushes up his shirt and just holds his hand over his belly and sometimes he can feel it move!!! And that’s when knows that Dream is about to barge through the door and interrupt his lunch break, hehe.

Also. Also. The last line of your ask. I’m swooning. Please never stop.

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Hello again~!! I just wanted to ask, since I thought a little about it, and would you like to write something else related to Jack having crush on reader? It can be related to "baddass reader", but it doesn't have to. It's ok if you don't want it too! I was just gushing lately about the idea of Jack being in love, and still denied it, what a tsundere :D

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Today's the day I'll finally ask MC out— is what Jack's been saying for the past week. Somehow, something would come up. That and he'd be tongue tied, which he cursed himself for.

"Eighth time's the charm...I guess." He sighed, staring at his reflection. He donned his usual school uniform getup, the same olive green shirt under the white button up. He combed his hair a bit, taming the out of place hairs. Once he was satisfied with the quick brush and touch up, he set out. Maybe another shot at asking you out.

"It wasn't my fault that there was no paint!"

"Shut up Ace, Cater even reminded you before we left."

"If you heard what Cater said then why didn't you buy some paint?" Came the Heartslabyul duo's regular late-afternoon bicker, with the regular shoves and light punches.

Maybe they know where to find you, he thought.

"Hey, you two." Jack called, "Have you two seen MC?" he asked, cool and composed.

"They're probably helping clean up the lab." Deuce responded, placing a finger on his chin, thinking.

"You've been snooping around for MC more often, Jack. Maybe you're...in love?" Ace teased, drawling out the 'o' in love.

"It's nothing like that." He replied without missing a beat. But it's exactly like that, he berated himself. "Defensive? Ow—" Ace continued, getting a quick shove from Deuce.

"You're reading too much into things." Jack raised a brow, still keeping his cool front intact. "See you guys." He left, heading towards the alchemy lab, commanding every cell in his tail to not wag.

"He's pining." Ace deadpanned.

"Come on, we have supplementary lessons." Deuce called, ushering his ginger-haired friend towards the next classroom.

"Alright, these roots go there next to the newt tails. Try not to work yourself too much, I'll send someone to help you if I can."

"Got it. Thank you professor."

Jack heard your voice, he wasn't swooning, definitely not. Your voice sounded like silver bells against his sensitive ears, so beautiful, so—

"Jack Howl, how long do you intend on standing outside my room?" Divus Crewel raised a brow, "Tsk tsk, loitering. I ought to whip you to shape!" the professor's whip cracked loudly. "I'm not up for idle chatter, either help us or leave, surely those muscles of yours have some use." Crewel offered.

"Um, yeah. I can help out."

"Very good. MC! Guide Jack on what to do, I'll be checking the garden. I trust you two can handle it?" Crewel hollered, taking his leave. But not before a warning, "If anything, and I mean anything breaks, spills, leaks. You know what I intend to do."

"Yes professor." You and Jack replied in unison.

"This goes to the acid cabinet." You instructed, handing an opaque aquamarine liquid to Jack, it was neatly sealed in a small vial.

You fluttered from shelf to shelf as quick as you can, steps light and calculated, careful not to knock over any of the alchemical concoctions splayed out on the desks.

"You seem to be in better shape than last time." Jack struck up a conversation, placing the vial on its designated rack. "The headmaster used some healing magic." You replied, "Take those beakers to the sink."

He followed the task. In a few seconds, most if not all of the used beakers were neatly sitting on the lab's aluminum sink. "The nurse told me to be careful still." You continued, running the tap. You handed Jack some soap and brushes. "Wash this for me."

"Yeah, shouldn't you still be resting?" He asked, the scent of soap and the sound of running eater filled the air. "I'd miss out on a lot of stuff if I did, and I can manage." Came your reply across the room, you were busy checking the shelves, presumably you were taking inventory.

"I know but...but you should really rest, you don't look healed." He reasoned, glancing at the bandages and scars that still littered your body. You noticed, covering up what you could with your uniform. "It's nothing."

"I'm done with the beakers, anything else you need help with?"

"We're almost done, let me do a final check on the materials." You said, cautiously climbing down the ladder. He noticed you wince, you still weren't in good condition to work. "Let me take care of you...this, I mean, let me run an inventory for you." Jack slipped on his speech, mentally facepalming.

"Okay? Sure." You handed him a notebook filled with your handwriting. He scribbled some of his own findings, jotting down about how the thorn powders were running out and that the lanternblossoms in stock were wilting.

"This should be all." He handed you the notebook. Almost skyrocketing when you gave him a smile of approval.

"Let me just run this by professor Crewel real quick." You were midway outside the room when you offered, "Actually, can you come with me?"

Yes, a million times yes. As long as you want.

"Sure, why not?" He coolly responded. "After this...uh...I know a good diner off campus." Jack offered.

"A date?"

"No...well, uh. It's not, I-i'm just asking? We can bring the others if you want." Jack stumbled again, almost positive that he blew up another chance at asking you out.

"Oh? Sure, I'll shoot them a text later." You waved off, the two of you setting off towards the botanical garden.

Was it successful? Was it a failure? Jack honestly didn't know.

But he was still thankful that he'd get to go out with you, even if the others would be tagging along.

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Just Hold Me

I had a dream that got stuck in my brain, so I decided to turn it into a Loki x fem!reader fanfic. Here it is. Please be gentle this is the first but of my writing I've shared.

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough battle fighting with the Avengers you skip the party to recover in your room at the Avengers tower. There you're visited by a drunk Thor and a comforting Loki.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: non consensual kissing, mention of assault, pain, mention of death, they all need therapy

What to expect: Me turning a dream into a Loki fluff therapy session.

From your room in the Avengers tower you could still hear the sounds of the party. Another victory for the team meant another raging party to celebrate. You loved a good party, but you had taken a few too many hits during the mission and had chosen to head back to your room.

A knock sounded at your door, "Y/N, are you there?" You heard the gruff voice of Thor.

The god of thunder and his brother Loki had become members of the team after defeating the Dark Elves in London. There had been a drunken night when Loki confessed to you he had considered faking his own death and stealing the throne of Asgard. But Loki had chosen to help fight, winning the battle and the approval of the Avengers. Not everyone had accepted them completely, but you understand that people were capable of change and had become friends with the pair.

"Y/N?!?" Thor called again, pounding a little harder on the door.

You rise from your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a very clearly drunk Thor. It took a great deal of drinking to get the god drunk. You chuckle thinking about how much he must have consumed, but then notice that his eyes are full of tears.

"Thor, what's wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

Normally you didn't let anyone into your room. You were a fairly open person, happy to share, but your room was your safe place to get away and recharge. Standing there, leaning slightly against your door frame Thor looked completely broken, so you open the door and gesture for him to enter. Leaving the door open you follow Thor into the room.

You weren't sure how to handle having a guest in your room. But Thor walked over and sat on your bed, like he owned the place. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just, I was at that party and everything was good. You know we had that Asgardian wine brought in, so much better than anything here on Midgard. But then I saw a woman in the crowd that looked just like her. And I thought, I don't know, I thought maybe she had only faked it, maybe she'd just been lost and now she'd come to find me. I ran over to her, but the woman was just some stranger."

From your spot learning against the wall you asked, "Who do you mean? Jane?"

"Ha, I've lost her too. I seem to lose everyone I care about. But no. I thought I saw my mother"

That broke your heart. That same drunken night when Loki had confessed thinking of faking his own death, you two had also talked about Frigga's death. Unsure how to comfort the god then you had sat with Loki, holding his hand while he cried. Loki had been so close with Frigga, a part of Loki had changed when the guard had delivered the news of her death. Being in prison unable to even attend the funeral had stirred a desire to be a better person in Loki.

Even though you had seen Loki's grief, somehow Thor had seemed stronger, less affected, but Frigga was his mother, too. The loss of a parent is a terrible thing to deal with no matter how strong of a person you might appear to be. And clearly alcohol made the Asgardians emotional wrecks, because here now was the god of thunder sitting on your bed, body racking with sobs.

You sat down next to Thor, reaching to take his hand. Instead Thor pulled you into a crushing hug. Your first instinct was to pull away from the pain, you had really taken a beating in that fight. But Thor was your friend and he was hurting inside, so you relaxed. Rubbing circles on his back, you whispered "it's ok, you're ok" while you let him cry on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a long while before Thor released his hold on you.

You were about to ask Thor if he was feeling better, when he looked down at you and leaned in to kiss you. A million thoughts ran through your brain all at once. Fear struck you the strongest, and you scrambled away, backing up until your back was against the headboard. "What are you doing?"

"Um, kissing you," Thor said as he crawled toward you, hovering over you he leaned to try and kiss you.

"Well, stop it" you put your arms in front of your face trying to push him away. "Stop it, stop it, stop it"

Thor's strong arms easily push your own hands out of the way. But just as Thor leaned in towards you, he was ripped from on top of you.

Frightened, you look up to see Loki shoving Thor away, placing himself between you and Thor. "The lady told you to stop. What has gotten into you brother?"

"You don't know anything stupid brother, just leave us alone" Thor lunges for Loki, but Thor is still far too intoxicated to stand a chance in a fight. Loki easily pushes back and Thor nearly crashes into the wall.

Before Thor can lunge again Loki summons a pair of daggers and points then at Thor. "Brother you're drunk. You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to hurt Y/N, I'll have no choice."

"Brother you wouldn't dare."

Loki points the daggers more directly at Thor "I don't know what is happening here but you know that I will do anything to defend a lady's honor."

"Oh, so you're just such a hero now? A perfect little prince charming? You're not defending anything. You're just jealous because Y/N invited me into her room and not you."

You stand up, careful to stay behind Loki. "Thor, nothing was going to happen between us. You came to me, crying and I offered you a hand to hold because I knew you missed your mother. You hugged me and I let you because you are my friend. But that's it. You are my friend and I don't want any more than that. You should thank Loki for keeping you from doing something you'd have regretted."

"You think I'd regret kissing you?"

"No, I think you'd regret kissing someone who didn't want to be kissed. You'd regret taking advantage of someone you cared about."

"I, I thought you'd want to kiss me"

"You buffoon, not everyone wants to have their face crushed in by your giant head."

"Hush Loki," you walk toward Thor, Loki tries to pull you back behind him but you touch his arm gently, and step forward. "Thor you know I do care about you, but I don't feel that way about you. Look, I know you have had a lot to drink tonight. And you have a lot of emotions running through you. I mean you thought you saw your mother, that has to be really hard to deal with. But you made a mistake."

"I thought, I just. Uh, I'm sorry"

"I know. Right now I think it is best if you go back to your room, get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning, once you're sober."

"But,"

"You heard her brother. She is giving you a very generous offer. If you don't accept and leave now, I will make you. And I won't be nice about it."

With a final look at you, Thor leaves your room.

Once Loki is sure that Thor is gone, he sets his daggers down and turns to you. You register that he chose to set them down rather than magic then away, but chart it away as a question for later.

Approaching you, hands raised like you are an animal he is afraid to spook Loki asks, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Which is a lie, you're anything but ok. Unsteady on your feet, you nearly collapse.

Loki reaches to catch you and leads you to sit on the bed, "oh Y/N, what did he do to you? I'll kill him if he has hurt you."

"Thank you, but I'm actually just a little worse off than I thought from that fight today. All this has just made me extra aware of how tired I am."

"I'll go get Banner or Strange, or one of the others."

"No," you reach and grab onto his arm.

He looks down at the way your hands tremble as they hold onto his arm. "But, Y/N, you are unwell."

"I'm not sick. I'm not injured, well not more than normal after a fight. I'm just tired. Honest."

"Well then I'll leave you to rest"

But you only hold more tightly, "please don't"

"Don't what?" His breath catches as he looks down into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me. I don't, I don't want to be alone right now."

"Ok, I'll stay." Loki sits next to you, shifting his arm to take your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the interlocking of your fingers with his.

"Thank you."

"Thor is a buffoon, but I don't think he meant to harm you. He's not used to anyone not wanting him. Not that what he did was ok. I'm not trying to say it was ok."

"Loki, I know. I understand that he was hurting. And I guess I'm a beacon of comfort and he mistook that for romantic attraction. Honestly I think he would have stopped once he realized what he was doing. But I'm still so glad you were there."

Despite Loki's comforting hold, and the circles he was tracing with his long thumb, your hands still shook. "Y/N is there something more bothering you?"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "When I saw your brother crawling towards me, I got so scared. I didn't see Thor, my friend. I saw that crazy guy from the factory today."

You could feel the moment the switch clicked and rage burned in Loki, "Wait did something happen? I don't remember a guy. Did this guy…, did he …, do something to you? I will end him."

"Oh Loki, my sweet murderous Loki. You actually already did."

"What?"

"You probably don't even remember, it was the heat of the battle. I'd gone in to clear the next room when I got knocked down and bumped my head. When I woke up, one of the baddies was dragging me by my ankle into the office, muttering about a sweet reward. How much fun he was going to have with me. He was reaching for me when you stormed in. I don't think you even saw me behind the desk, but you grabbed the guy before he could touch me. I didn't see what you did to him, but I heard it and it sounded very bloody."

"Oh gods, Y/N, I had no idea you were there in the back office. That guy looked deranged, even if we hadn't all been given orders to kill on sight I would have killed that man. If I'd known you were there I'd have made sure you were ok."

"I hid under the desk until you'd left and then I ran straight back to the jet. I felt so bad for not helping more with the fight, but…"

"Y/N, no one would ever blame you for running. That's not something anyone should have to face. Oh gods, and then my stupid brother had to come in and loom over you."

"He didn't know."

"No but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrifying, just the same."

You can't find the right words, and simply give a small nod. After a second of silence the question pops back into your brain. "Why did you leave your daggers on my nightstand? Why didn't you magic then away like you normally do?"

"Oh, uh, I was going to offer to let you borrow them. Just in case Thor tried to come back and visit."

"That's really sweet, but I've never been good with knives. I don't know if I'd even know what to do with them."

"Hmm well is there anything I can do to make you feel safer?"

There was a moment when you thought about saying, no. Telling Loki you'd be safe with his daggers, and sending him back to his room. But you couldn't do it. You could not send Loki away. Not when he felt like the only safe thing in the world. A breath of air after you'd been drowning all night. So you asked what you really wanted, not caring that it made you feel vulnerable.

"Can you hold me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes I'm sure. I mean if you don't want to, I won't make you."

Loki gingerly wraps his arms around you, until you squeeze him half to death and he returns with a proper hug. Still holding you he says "I just didn't know if you'd want to be touched after… today and then my brother"

"You are not a brutish villain and you are not your brother. Do not take this as anything but a compliment, but right now the fact that you're not a big oversized muscle man is really comforting. And well neither men got the chance to do anything because of you."

"Y/N, I am so sorry you had to go through all of this. But I'm really happy that you find me comforting. I have done some terrible things that I deeply regret. And I've been afraid for so long that I'd never be able to find someone who felt safe around me."

"Everyone in this tower has done things that they can't take back. Things they regret. Including myself." You breathe in the scent of Loki, winter frost mixed with leather and metal, wondering when that scent had become so comforting to you. "But for right now, your arms feel like home and I don't want to ever leave."

"I will be here to hold you as long as you need."

"I'm going to take you up on that offer, because I might have a concussion, so you're going to have to watch me to make sure I don't die while I sleep."

"Humans are far too fragile."

"That we are. But that's an issue to deal with another day. Right now I just need you to hold me." You whisper as you lie yourself down, pulling Loki down with you. Carefully he wraps his arms around you pulling your little spoon body against his own big spoon body. Listening intently to your breathing as you drift asleep, Loki decides that he never wants to stop holding you.